Occasionally, when I point a camera at something and adjust the lens into sharp focus, I discover my subject is staring directly back at me. Such moments can be a bit disconcerting—especially if the creature returning the intense gaze is a garish, frame-filling on-the-prowl predator that looks like a winged monster from a '50s horror flick.
During that tiny fraction of a second before reason and reality kicks in and you chuckle at the fact you're being sized up by a hungry male Blue Dasher, something else flickers across your emotional screen…the marrow-chilling thought that if you weren't too large for even the most optimistic dragonfly, this would doubtless be your final earthly vision.
Skewed perspectives can be scary.
