Dragonfly Pond

"Dragonfly Pond"
A Wilderness Memory from Dutch Canyon – Painted by Peter Bogdanov
Nestled deep in the hush of Dutch Canyon, far beyond the reach of roads and reason, there lies a secret pond—a place the maps forgot, but the dragonflies remembered.
Peter Bogdanov and his family would hike there often, weaving through moss-draped branches and ancient ferns, the forest breathing around them like a sleeping giant. It was there, at the heart of this emerald cathedral, that Dragonfly Pond shimmered like a spell. Quiet. Still. Alive in a way words could never fully hold.
This commissioned painting is not merely a scene—it’s a spell of remembrance, a visual incantation conjured from mud-soaked boots and the laughter of children echoing through trees. At first glance, the pond glows with reflected skies and shadows of winged things dancing just above the surface. Look closer, and you’ll see that the dragonflies aren’t just insects—they are guardians, messengers, tiny myths in motion.
Each stroke in the painting is a memory: the rustle of undergrowth, the distant sound of rushing water, the electric hum of a thousand translucent wings. The pond itself, cradled in soft greens and quiet golds, holds more than just water—it holds a doorway to wonder.
Peter painted Dragonfly Pond not from imagination, but from the marrow of lived magic. It’s the place where his children caught glimpses of enchantment, where his wife smiled beneath sun-dappled branches, and where time itself seemed to pause, just long enough to feel the sacredness of the moment.
This is a painting of a place that still exists—but only if you believe in it.
And if you do, the dragonflies will show you the way.