Just 31 hours ago, I pulled into my Pittsburgh home. Three weeks (3) in Eatonton, Georgia at the Butterfly & Blooms Briar Patch Habitat. Three glorious weeks with butterflies . . . everywhere!
Northeastern USA groaned, with few butterflies of any species aloft. Georgia had the opposite. Butterflies were in abundance everywhere where I went.
Never, ever have I seen more butterflies at one time then I did here at the Habitat. Not even in museum, conservatory or aviary enclosures, have I seen what I saw there, for all of those weeks. It just took words out of you. My tops for this trip was 26 different species in a single morning. Back in August, it was a whopping 29 species in a morning. Holy Molley!
Here, we had spotted a rare, uncommon Checkered White butterfly. I photographed this male, all the while, Virginia C Linch (the founder of this miracle! in central Georgia) recorded me.
Did you hear my whispered Thank Y-u’s from your perch in Pennsylvania, France, New York, Georgia, Ohio, Toronto or Israel?
I’ll be back full force in several days, with lots of new images, and no shortage of sharing.
Butterflies are my game, ‘though last year my eyes wandered a bit, to native orchids. Just 2 days ago we shared ‘3 Demure Pinks.’ Those Pink Lady’s Slipper orchids lit up the forest at Chapman State Park. Three of them growing side by side, deep red, and very earnest.
This earlier trip to Maryland’s Eastern Shore, included this run down to the “lower shore.” There, at Blackwater National Wildlife Refuge, I met this threesome. Very Audrey Hepburn-ish, and somewhat lighter pink. They seemed to be almost begging me to photograph them, with those weightless drops of water perilously hanging on each of them.
Lady’s Slipper orchids prefer small open spaces in thick forest. Often they are found where a tree has fallen a year or more ago. That sudden break in the forest canopy, invites their seeds to grow, thrive, in the limited, dappled sunlight that this new opening in the forest enjoys.
I Love orchids, and as if my eyes weren’t busy enough, I am on the lookout, looking for telltale indicators, like freshly created mini-openings in the forest.
Tomorrow, we drive to Eatonton, Georgia, for 2 weeks of southern butterflies. The Briar Patch Habitat, an amazing destination, beckons. We’ll be quiet, until the return back home.
June 2016, and Petra and I stayed in cabin CC! at Chapman State Park, awaiting the Presentation that I would give on June 3rd at the Jamestown Audubon Center. Western New York is lush, beautiful, and the Mother Lode for wildlife and wildflowers.
I reconnoitered the very same spot we found the year before, at about the same stretch of June. Could not find what I was looking for the first day I searched, but the next day there they were. A loosely spread-out grouping of Pink Lady’s Slippers. America’s favorite native orchids.
The operative word is ‘demure.’ Random House’s Webster College Dictionary define demure as coyly decorous. These 3 wildflowers struck me as little princesses, coyly posed there, shyly presenting their radiant freshness and beauty.
I Love these blooms. They set my heart ablaze, TBT.
NB, We leave for Georgia in 2 days. Will be offline during that time, and I’ll be scouring that sylvan state for winged beauties and green, lush wildflowers . . .
Tawny Hackberry butterfly photographed by Jeff Zablow at Raccoon Creek State Park, PA
Just saw a movie last night, Netflix provided “August, Osage County” produced by the Weinstein brothers. Sadder than dirt. Family strife and fracture in the plains of Oklahoma. Much of it featured unfulfilled dreams, childhood abuse and neglect, and especially the perils of playing favorites.
We worked hard to not ever do that with my 4. I think we did well. I’ve seen the effects of it in extended family and friends and acquaintances, and it pains to see the sadness and misery that it breeds.
Scrolling down our Media Library, I stopped here. Reminded how I so value this image of a Tawny Emperor female. I will always remember that morning. She was eye-popping, as she rested there in the early morning sun’s first rays. Had never seen the likes of her before. She did not give me the brushoff, but suffered my close approach! I shot, shot, shot and shot, shot, shot, then it struck me. The only reason a beauty like this would remain in place, was . . . she must be ill. Moments later, defying my diagnosis, this Tawny flew, no, better, zoomed away at the speed of one of those new F-35’s.
This image pleases me, reminds me, triggers me to remember, and always treats my eyes to delicious eye-candy. It hangs in my living room, and there are 2 more original prints out there, archivally framed and hanging in homes, and I hope pleasing whomever regularly enjoys them. This is one of my favorites.