There were a few times during our cottage stay a couple of weeks ago, which didn't revolve around dragonflies. Please remember to click to enlarge the photos below.
Fishing was the first order of business. We didn't have use of the boat, so we were limited to casting off of the pier. This was a typical scene - Benny at Frank's feet, watching and waiting for him to reel in his line, and then barking at each recast.
Frank snapped this photo of my catch. I wasn't focusing on Benny when I reeled this critter in, but I think what he saw flopping around on the end of the rod led to his new-found habit of...
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biting the rod. Every now and then, Benny would have to take a little nip at the rod, just to let it know who's really boss.
Since the dragonflies were only in the early stages of their development, there were still too many mosquitoes. This made a cozy, evening campfire unlikely. We did build one during an afternoon so that we could roast hot dogs. Frank used this hatchet to chop our firewood.
The hot dogs must have smelled good because this little snake poked its head out from a nearby raft to check it out.
One perspective from the dock. I was leaning back toward the lake to take this shot.
Turning to the lake, this ever-ready net remained unneeded.
A rod at rest.
A dog at rest - in body only. His curious mind never relaxes.
If we abandoned the rods for a while, we'd leave them on the dock, dangling in shallow water.
One had a crayfish clinging to it when we lifted it out.
We tossed it back into the lake but Benny wanted to catch it again.
This Mayfly was resting on the porch screen.
As the day became saturated with the colours of the setting sun, this was our view from the cottage.
Though mostly overcast through the day, the night sky dazzled us with the colours of a sun-kissed country night.
Fishing was the first order of business. We didn't have use of the boat, so we were limited to casting off of the pier. This was a typical scene - Benny at Frank's feet, watching and waiting for him to reel in his line, and then barking at each recast. 
Frank snapped this photo of my catch. I wasn't focusing on Benny when I reeled this critter in, but I think what he saw flopping around on the end of the rod led to his new-found habit of...
...biting the rod. Every now and then, Benny would have to take a little nip at the rod, just to let it know who's really boss. 
Since the dragonflies were only in the early stages of their development, there were still too many mosquitoes. This made a cozy, evening campfire unlikely. We did build one during an afternoon so that we could roast hot dogs. Frank used this hatchet to chop our firewood. 
The hot dogs must have smelled good because this little snake poked its head out from a nearby raft to check it out. 
One perspective from the dock. I was leaning back toward the lake to take this shot. 
Turning to the lake, this ever-ready net remained unneeded.
A rod at rest. 
A dog at rest - in body only. His curious mind never relaxes. 
If we abandoned the rods for a while, we'd leave them on the dock, dangling in shallow water.
One had a crayfish clinging to it when we lifted it out. 
We tossed it back into the lake but Benny wanted to catch it again. 
This Mayfly was resting on the porch screen. 
As the day became saturated with the colours of the setting sun, this was our view from the cottage. 
Though mostly overcast through the day, the night sky dazzled us with the colours of a sun-kissed country night.