Today's walking accomplishment was something less than aerobic, and while my heart doctors would, no doubt, tut-tut, my soul doctors would certainly approve. My wife and I went to a local plant sale, all the proceeds of which go to a charity that supports a relief effort in Zambia, and in between loading up on ornamentals and vegetable seedlings, I explored the edges of the property in search of odonates. We've been to this locale before, and it's always been a great place to photograph cooperative dragonflies. Today was no exception, and though I didn't have to trek very far—maybe one hundred yards, at most—the sight of this year's first Spangled Skimmers, which feature that diagnostic black and white stigma couplet on the leading edge of each wing, was enough to get my heart thumping. My "model" is a recently emerged "teneral," and from the beginnings of a haze of blue on the abdomen, I'm pretty sure that this one will soon be wearing his male colors.