Back from those 4 exciting weeks in Israel, Painted Ladies greeted me almost everywhere. They escorted me along trails, and, identical to their American Painted Ladies, brought a comfortable connection to home. Now, seated a my desk/desktop computer, with a thunderstorm’s bruising winds outside, this American Lady (Vanessa virginiensis) assures that north american butterflies are drop dead gorgeous, and await me. Await my travel, and are ready to tease and tantalize my Macro-camera lens.
So many goals were met in 2016, Zebra heliconians, Juniper hairstreaks, Little metalmarks, Bog coppers and Eastern pygmy blues among them. Nancy, John, Virginia, Phil, Sylbie, Mike and Barbara Ann were my enablers, and I continue to extend my gratitude to them.
This 2017, with a grandson born to my daughter just 3 days ago (Aviva and baby boy Werner are now safely home, and well, Thank Y-u!) now sings the siren song to me, to get in the Tundra and maybe even board a plane or two, if the buck$ allow. Trips in the works? Georgia and Ohio. Trips possible?? Maine, Texas, Nevada and Vancouver Island, and ???
What’s that song about Lucky Boy?
3 thoughts on “Chasing American Ladies”
darting between continents and obligations/joys as quickly as the butterflies you stalk, giving all a close up of those rare and isolated wings as well as the ones found most everywhere. Constant reminder, thanks to your travels, words and photos that joy can be found in the most exotic or familiar places, as long as we keep our eyes, hearts and minds open.
Thank you Sylbie. ‘Georgia welcomes you’ is a favorite tune now.
Congratulations on the new grandson. Georgia welcomes you at any time. Safe travels. Sylbie
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