It's become something of an annual ritual for me to record the return of the daemons in the little grove along the path near my office every spring. I do not know what they are -- nor do I expect ever to learn -- but for whatever reason, I have come to regard them as a kind of reflection of my inner self, and it reassures me that they return without fail every spring. I don't know why I have come to this conclusion. Perhaps it has something to do with the fact that no one else around me seems to notice them, I do not know; but I do know this: they are real, not imaginary. If they can be photographed, they are real, are they not?