When I'm out looking for butterflies, I try my best to ignore the other cool little animals flying around. It's difficult. Especially, when this fellow repeatedly circled me on the path and perched, begging for a photo op. His face reminds me of those old-fashioned political cartoons with big heads and drunk, rosy cheeks. Given how dry it's been with only a single, shaded pocket of surface moisture (that I've found on the west side), I don't know how the dragonflies are managing. The reservoir on the east side of the National Park must be swarming with odonates. Maybe?