Northern Pearly Eye butterfly
We’re now in our North Macon, Georgia a full year, having moved in on March 31, 2020, during the heart of the Covid-19. Our home is pleasingly decorated, although there are several wall that are ready for decorative pictures.
There are 3 or 4 of our wingedfbeauty.com images that I want to turn into 8 x 10 prints. This image of the Northern Pearly-Eye Butterfly is one of them. That I was able to approach this skittish butterfly species was a Miracle. That this one remained in place, in that dappled early morning light another Miracle, and that it was 99.9% fresh yet an additional Miracle. The Nichol Road Trail at Raccoon Creek State Park in southwestern Pennsylvania, a 45-minute drive from Pittsburgh, my home for those 27 years.
Many have been wonderfully loyal these more than 10 years, and I wonder which of our pics you’ve enjoyed? Has there been one that so pleased you . . . that you recall it? I have several in mind, to have printed and archival framed, to enjoy for my duration. I am open to learning of any that You prefer.
Not sure I’ll get responses, but I do want to find out. I do.
What a thrill to meet a Texan Crescent Butterfly at the National Butterfly Center in Mission, Texas! She so brought to mind the hundreds (thousands?) of Pearl Crescents seen these decades, the 2 or 3 Northern Crescents too and the 8 or 9 Phaon Crescents sporting their cream-colored forewing bands.
Delicious were those red markings and the rows of white spots on the hindwing. Respectful was she, unlike my trail partners back East, the Pearl Crescents, who accompany you along trails, but become so difficult when you attempt to approach for a photograph.
2020 produced limited opportunity to get into the field, to travel to find butterflies. 2021? and beyond, OH! how I want to find and meet new! Canada, Georgia, Florida, southeast Arizona, my missed northwestern Pennsylvania, Texas (Oh! Texas) . . . I’ve read and reread Wild America and The Travels of William Bartram and they have only increased my desire to get out there, very there, and score images you will want to see.
The flight to San Antonio Texas, boarded very early in the morning, because of that I slept in a hotel near Atlanta’s Hartsfield International Airport. We flew the 1,300 miles or so, rented a car at the airport, and drove more than 4 hours to Alamo, Texas. Those 5 days in Mission, Texas were unforgettable. Every day I met new butterflies. I would turn and there’d be new butterflies.
Many of those new species were more than rare, call them very rare. I was almost dazed at the serendipity (is that the correct word here?) of it all. Christmas week in Texas, almost at the border, and so much to be Thankful for.
This Malachite butterfly was the most memorable of them all. Fresh, poised, elegant and ‘Rare,’ it remained in place much of the time. Injured? No. Weakened by poor health? No. It’s senses dulled by some problem? No.
On seeing the Malachite Butterfly, I appreciated it all, I internalized the incredibility of what I’d experienced and yes, I knew that G-d had again shared great beauty with . . . me.
National Butterfly Center, Mission, Texas.
I’ve spent hundreds of days photographing butterflies over these decades. Felt very fortunate to be able to do that. Much because I know that few do what I do, and what I do is seek beauty, truth and G-d’s crafted beauty. Here in Georgia’s Piedmont (Central Georgia), there’s been times that I’ve told huge locals why I’m here, or why I’m headed there,, and sometimes those big guys (don’t know what they’ve been eating down here but some of them are more than sizable) don’t reflect much manly approval. Don’t care at all of that, I’ve made ‘my bones’ in life, and seeking G-d’s magnificent butterflies? I know how much that means to me . . . .
There are some butterflies that especially Wow! me. Fresh, colorful, well put together Monarchs, Mourning Cloaks, Coral Hairstreaks, Viceroys, Malachites, Red Rims, Gray Hairstreaks, Compton Tortoiseshells, Red Admirals, Black Form Tiger Swallowtails, Little & Northern Metalmarks . . . and Palamedes Swallowtails like this one stop me, and all evoke Praise from me.
I’ve share before how I’ve seen the world’s finest jewelry, up close, and how the beauty of those fresh, handsome butterflies only draws awe from the now-gone artisans in those jewelry designers’ workshops.
Palamedes Swallowtail Butterfly, Big Bend’s Spring Unit in the Florida Panhandle.
He is nectaring furiously on a flower bloom, some 1/2 of an hour from the Mediterranean coast. I realized that I was fortunate to see him, for the Caper White Butterflies appear in good numbers some years, and are almost absent in other years.
I was excited to find these fresh Caper Whites, their black venation pleases my eyes, and reminds of the artistry of the Cre-ator.
All this brings me to that word that I aspire to, to be an esthete.
An 8-minute drive from this agricultural road to the Mediterranean Sea coastline.