On the penobscot river in Maine, I saw a dragonfly nymph become a dragonfly.

We were all hard at it in the boat Some of us up tightening sail, Some down at the heave and haul Of the rowing benches, deeply cargoed, Steady keeled, our passage silent, The helmsman buoyant at the helm; And I, who took it all for granted, Sang to the sailors. Then turbulent Sudden wind, a mealstrom: The helmsman and the sailors perished. Only I, Still singing, washed Ashore by the long sea-swell, sing on, A mystery to my poet self, And safe and sound beneath a rock shelf Have spread my wet clothes in the sun. - pushkin/ tr. heaney

Theoretical discourse, live music, the open sea. boats. basses. tree identification. obscure talents. comic relief. awkward interaction. adventure. adrenaline. bicycles.