Since I live at sea level, I don’t walk at high altitudes much . A week ago on a hike with family members I paused at 8,000-feet up. Hey, am I out of shape? Stopped for a breather, only to see a Northwestern Fritillary flitting about in an area that resembled the moon’s surface. WeContinue reading “Butterfly at 8,000-Feet”
What I like about the painted lady is how it stays put when it finds a flower it likes. Saw my first one of the season yesterday. Drum roll.
The cabbage white is the most commonly seen butterfly in my backyard, according to me. This is my most uncommon shot of one.
After taking thousands of butterfly photos, I enjoy a shot that doesn’t look like something I captured a few days or months ago. Here are a few of those different angles.
Took this photo of an eastern comma butterfly a few years ago in Southern Illinois. This week in reviewing the photos taken that day, I noticed the butterfly was on top of “something” that looked like a dead creature of sorts. Strange,
Oh, brave warrior Of delicate means Dodging unseen obstacles In a moment always to be A butterfly’s shadow Flying further from me.
In looking at photos I’ve taken over the past month of a low sun, I realized I missed the small drama of shadows. Take this shot of a painted lady on a cosmos…its shadow is caught on a few petals. It’s a small point but one I missed. Such is photography and the mind set.
I thought the butterfly season was over until I saw a skipper practically glued to a lantana bush. Ran to get a camera. Click…a butterfly in mid-November.
Yesterday morning on the chance that a monarch would return to our backyard, I set up a tripod and camera a few feet from the cosmos flowers. I wanted the sharpest photo possible. I checked the area frequently without seeing a monarch. Finally around 4 p.m. a painted lady arrived. Click. I could go toContinue reading “Waiting with a Tripod”