Now that I know its name, I’m seeing it again. First it zoomed into my photo when I was focused on this thistle flower.

Then again later when I saw this almost spent Monarda, Wild Bergamot.

I slept in a tent in the pasture for the event. The mosquitoes were excruciating. I would put one gloved hand holding the camera out of the tent to get photos, and still I got multiple mosquito bites.

Just after moonrise, but before she rose over the treeline:

The next morning, about 6:30 a.m.: