The Other ‘I Did It My Way’ 6 Loved Images

Melitaea Phoebe butterfly photographed by Jeff Zablow at Mishmarot, IsraelManiola Telmessia (female) photographed by Jeff Zablow at Mt. Meron, Israel

FORT INDIANTOWN GAP, Pa - Visitors of all ages participated in a rare regal fritillary butterfly guided tour on Fort Indiantown Gap. (Department of Military and Veterans Affairs photo by Tom Cherry/Released)

Visitors of all ages participated in a rare regal fritillary butterfly guided tour on Fort Indiantown Gap in Pennsylvania (Department of Military and Veterans Affairs photo by Tom Cherry/Released)

Northern Pearly Eye Butterfly, photographed by Jeff Zablow at Raccoon Creek State Park in Pennsylvania

Northern Pearly Eye butterfly

Barbara Ann Case photographed by Jeff Zablow at Cedar Bog, OhioMalachite butterfly photographed by Jeff Zablow at the National Butterfly Center, Mission, TX

I love all of these 6 images. Those 4 butterflies? I was incredulous, near shocked that I would have an opportunity to see them, much less photograph them. 2 taken in the HolyLand (Israel), one in the National Butterfly Center in Mission, Texas and the Pearly Eye Butterfly was discovered in Raccoon Creek State Park in southwestern Pennsylvania.

The field shot was provided to me by a fellow star gazer at Ft. Indiantown Gap in central Pennsylvania. That was a magical day, those Regal Fritillary Butterflies really are real!

Barbara Ann Case A”H (OBM”) was an exceptional, patient orchid expert, and a gifted naturalist. Her passing, and her husband’s death months later, stunned.

With this my last post in, I want to Thank You. I hope our paths cross one day, for that would be incredible. The trails we could work!


NB, Thank you Carolyn Speranza. What a job you did! Media talent extraordinaire!

6 Images That I Love

Tawny Hackberry butterfly photographed by Jeff Zablow at Raccoon Creek State Park, PAMourning Cloak Butterfly photographed by Jeffrey Zablow in TorontoQuestion Mark butterfly photographed by Jeff Zablow at Raccoon Creek State ParkJeff Zablow and his dog, Petra photographed by Jenny Jean PhotographyCattle on Mt. Hermon, Israel photographed by Jeff Zablow, 6/16/08Jeff photographing Georgia's Butterflies and Blooms in the Briar Patch

winged will stop posting. The last day that we will share with you will be April 30, 2021. Those 12 years? I Loved them.

Some of you have gone, some have begun visiting recently, some have been with us for these wonderful years.

There are images that I Love more than I can explain. Fortunately, there are more than 3 or 4 beloved images. Most of them are images of butterflies or images related to shooting butterflies.

The top row (3 images) all talk to me.  The image with Petra, priceless, especially now that she is struggling with age. The image on the peak of Mt. Hermon in the HolyLand? That’s Syria in the background, and tens of thousand of people who were down there then, in 2008 were killed or fled. The rightmost image of the 2nd row? Me. Very much me.

We’ll share images again today and tomorrow.

Then I want to once again Thank Carolyn Speranza for masterfully maintaining and sharpening, and for putting up with my tech-challenged self.

You? Thanks so much. We never reached the 50,000 Followers plateau, but You are here, and all of you who are Special, So Very Special Esthetes.


Black Swallowtail Butterfly Reports High In Georgia April 2021


Earring Series - Blackswallowtail butterflies coupled, photographed by Jeff Zablow at "Butterflies and Blooms in the Briar Patch," Eatonton, GA

A better image of the pair, with the female’s dorsal side in view

It’s Good to see so many sharing beautiful images of Eastern Black Swallowtail Butterflies seen this April 2021 in Georgia. Not going to ask why there’s been a nice increase in this exquisite butterfly. More helpful would be a share of which hostplants nurture and attract them.

Parsley, rue and their closely related plants are their hostplants. These are the plants that they will lay their eggs on, and that feed and sustain their caterpillars. Others are said to be carrots, fennel, celery, caraway, dill. I read that they eat the leaves and some caterpillars eat the flowers.

What fun to bring such elegant visitors to your garden. What uplifting feelings knowing that you are supporting the existence of some of G-d’s most beautiful creations. Often, when you locate a better than average local nursery (Not the Big Box ones), you purchase, and arrive home to find . . . EGGS! already set on leaves of your purchase. I Love when that happens.

It’s good, this 2021, after That Extraordinary 2020, to learn that many are seeing Black Swallowtail Butterflies. I Love That.

Where’d I meet this scrumptious pair? At the Butterflies & Blooms Briar Patch Habitat I in Eatonton, Georgia.


Meadow Fritillary’s Future?

Meadow Fritillary Butterfly at Raccoon Creek State Park

Facebook posts of Meadow Fritillary Butterflies are infrequent. Those who do put up those posts often add that Meadow Fritillary Butterflies seem to be slowly disappearing from their present habitat. They may well be fewer and fewer in number, and that is concerning.

Glassberg’s A Swift Guide to Butterflies of North America has Meadow Frits “LC-C {Locally Common to Common]” in the East. I’m now relocated to Georgia’s Piedmont, but during those hundreds of visits to Raccoon Creek State Park (southwestern Pennsylvania) I rarely spotted a Meadow Fritillary. When I did find one, it was exciting, and I’d stop what I was looking for, and quickly work to get shots of them. Those nearly 20 years has me agreeing that they are becoming rarer by the year.

That’s very discomforting. These small Fritillary butterflies so remind of little crafted jewels, especially because when seen, they are usually fresh, vivid and show little evidence of being bird-struck.

The likelihood of finding them in Georgia is slim, their range usually extends no further south than Tennessee. I do miss this little ‘pookies.’ What’re the odds that I’ll see them when I hopefully return to visit western Pennsylvania in late May to June, in Raccoon Creeks State Park’s 100+ acre Doak Meadow?


The Highs & The Lows Of A Year (Butterflies? Yes!)

Jeff Zablow at Peak of Mt. Hermon with Chair Lift at Mt. Hermon, Israel

Frieda A”H (OBM!) had passed in January. That was one battle that I could not see to victory, a fight that I could not . . . . I stood by myself at her funeral, lost and alone, despite all who were there. After those nearly 8 years, I was a mess. Caretaker for her last year, I ‘soldiered’ through, but I knew that she was the ‘cement’ that held our family together, and that proved to be true at her funeral. alone again, naturally.

Went to my Rabbi after, and he listened, and told me to date and to go do what I do, photograph butterflies, my personal l quest of G-d’s infinite beauty. Too much singing to myself of one of my favs, ‘I Loaded Sixteen Tons,’ the loneliness was quenched by, heading into the meadows, trails, fields, mountains, fens, swamps, marshes and forests of the United States, Canada and Israel.

For those who know me, and still don’t understand why I pursue butterflies, wherever they can be found, no more can be said to them then that they are my antidote to a challenging life, to growing up kinda poor and carrying cold steel, to too much being misunderstood, necessitating too much correction of that situation, and such.

Achievements? Many. I was at one time very successful in real estate (very), I lost few dust-ups, I sent kids to excellent private schools and to Ivies. I really was a NYARNGuard artillery officer. I had no trouble looking myself in the mirror (I’m kind of a Popeye guy) and that first marriage was good, very good.

This because in a few days I will no longer post on It never did attract 20,000, but y’all, you are the creme de la creme (Apologies to the French), and I will always be indebted to you, you Esthetes.

Here I was that same year, June it was, on the peak of Mt. Hermon in the HolyLand (Israel). Eran Banker was my guide, he took this picture of me. I ‘d lost Frieda months before, but my Angel of a wife had, even near the end, told me to go, “Photograph,” “Go enjoy yourself.” I went and I did. I found many super rare butterflies that day, up there on that bone dry mountain top, it about 95F. G-d was along with us, highlighted when Eran found that land mine, in an area that I was ‘working.’

Today. Happy again. Happily (very) married. Living in the beautiful Piedmont of Georgia, in North Macon. Never been shot, Served, Loved, Never Been Stuck, Ended My Short Flirtation With ‘Them,’ Had 4 healthy children, Loved high school Biology teaching, Loved my years of Manhattan real estate foray and as Ralph Waldo Emerson wrote, survived the treachery of false friends.

The smile you see on me? Real. Look at where I was! look at what I’ve done and accomplished. Look at how I’ve continued to march to my own drummer, and look how I am still very much me.

I’ve gone long here. Shared my high and lows, some. I really appreciate you, who are reading this.