Pithy Quotes & Coppers

Coupled Copper Butterflies IV photographed by Jeff Zablow at Neve Ativ, Israel

I wanted these images, wanted them a lot. More than for the obvious reasons: memorable shots on the slope of Mount Hermon, mentioned in the Old Testament, coupled butterflies make for good blog traffic, etc.

I wanted a look like this for it provokes me, and I hoped it would do so for you. The wonderment here is near infinite. The sheer beauty, challenging, even for this blog writer, who usually is able to express.

They are both fresh Copper butterflies, he at your left, she boldly displaying her rich color, pattern and form, they not only in the HolyLand, Israel, but dramatically in a little meadow in the uppermost Golan. Hey, in my lifetime, their ancestors were in the middle of a fierce war zone, not just one time in your lifetime, but several times in the 20th century. They are just a handful of miles or so from Syrian troops, Russian ‘advisors,’ Hezbollah legions (terrorists), Iranian regular and irregular (terrorists) soldiers, Syrian ‘Rebels,’ North Korean ‘Advisors,’ U.S. personnel . . . All that and these Coppers fly undaunted.

Thoreau, Ralph Waldo Emerson, Roger Tor Peterson, Robert Michael Pyle and Johnny Cash would all have coined poignant and forever beloved thoughts, on seeing this. I have no doubt.

Me? I am not known for shared book worthy thoughts of great moment. I am known for suggesting, and this image suggests the bottomless beauty and great substance of G-d’s incredible creations.

Jeff

Which NFL Great Loved Coppers?

Copper Butterfly ( Dorsal View ) photographed by Jeff Zablow at Neve Ativ, Israel

Y. A. Tittle? Jim Brown? Fran Tarkenton? Antonio Brown? Matt Ryan? I’m sitting here, slightly missing the National Football League this 2018 season . . . and I’m thinking. This image of a tiny copper butterfly, Lycaena thersamon omphale got me to thinking, how do 6′ 3″ tall men, and 5′ 11″ tall women shoot such diminutive butterflies.

This guy was seen in a small moshav (village) on the slope of Israel’s Mt. Hermon. I wanted those 2016 images to include coppers nectaring with their wings open. I spent those 3 mornings trying to capture that and some other scenarios.

Remember, I shoot Fuji slide film, and use a Canon 100mm/2.8 lens (this was my first one, not equipped with Image Stabilization). Working with a Macro- lens necessitates getting some 18″ or so from the copper, that a feat in and of itself. So you approach, you all bent over, or like me kneeling on my left knee, on my Tommy kneepad. He flies to a bloom 2 feet away, you follow, going down again, again he flies, and again . . . This for 3 hours in the early morning! Stir in the added feature: the sun drenching you in hot, sunburn waves, and ask yourself: How does a guy like Peyton Manning, touted at 6′ 5″ . . . photograph copper butterflies in the Israeli Golan?

Share what you know please.

Jeff

Chaucer’s Favorite Butterflies

Coupled Copper Butterflies I photographed by Jeff Zablow at Neve Ativ, Israel

Imagine how big the smile on Jeff’s face. Almost 2 hours in the meadow on the slope of Mt. Hermon. Jeff chasing Israeli blue butterflies, coppers and other Lycaenidae (the smallest of the butterflies, excluding the skippers). Sure there were many on that sunny morning in March 2017. There just weren’t any ‘new’ ones to be seen.

A sea of small yellow blooms, perhaps 100,000 across the extensive meadow. You who do what I do know how your eyes must constantly scan, scan the meadow flowers that grown no tighter than you ankles.

What am I thinking, that whole time. I’m asking G-d to please not let me be ‘skunked.’ Please enable me. Allow to to go home and share exciting butterfly views.

That was about when this coupled pairs of Lesser Fiery Coppers caught my eye. Lycaena thersamon. They, almost frozen in place, barely moving over perhaps 15 or 20 minutes. Me? I shot, shot, shot, shot. Sun to my back, moving slowly to find good angles, Pop pop pop!

I was ecstatic. Not that I know that Chaucer never visited the slopes of Mt. Hermon, as mentioned in the Bible, but if he did he’d Love these beautiful winged beauties.

Shooting methodically some 40 or so exposures of film, I thought how much I’d like to score a usable image, and one day share it with Cathy, Roger, Virginia, Angela, Marcie, Kelly, Deepthi, Peggy, Patti, Jim, Beth, Mimi, Susan, Mary, Sylbie, Phil, Leslie, Sandra, Linda, Nancy, Barbara Ann, Dave and you.

Jeff, seeking to please, in the upper, Upper Golan, 3 miles from the barbaric war raging  in Syria.

Jeff

Never Seen A Cranberry Bog?

Dorsal View of Bog Copper Butterfly, photographed by Jeff Zablow at Allenberg Bog in New York

I’m day dreaming. In my daydream I ask people walking in midtown Manhattan (NYNY) . . . “Have you ever been to a cranberry bog?” Positive responses? 1 (one). Negative responses? 999. Next and final question, “Have you ever seen a Bog Copper butterfly?” Positive responses? Zero (0). Negative responses? 1,000.

Happy I am to share that I have seen these tiny fliers, and marveled at their cloistered, unique lives. They are only found in cranberry bogs, and cranberry bogs are vanishing as we speak. They fly when the cranberry flowers are in bloom, and are then absent the entire rest of the year!

By my math, then, I am perhaps the 0.008009 of Americans who have seen the accompanying butterfly image. What do I do with that knowledge? Well I am me, so I want to return to Allenberg Bog, in very western New York State (some 9 hours or so west of NYNY), to cop new, better? images of Bog Coppers . . . if I get there when the cranberry flowers are a popping!

Jeff