Bog copper butterflies were the OMG! attraction at this primeval acid bog, western New York state. Pitcher plants in bloom, sundew tinies glinting in the sweet sunlight, and rare, bog orchids rounded out the menu here.
At the outer edge of the bog, beyond the wild cranberries and tamaracks, were interspersed Swamp milkweed plants, in bloom. They too were seeing heavy traffic, swallowtails especially, and the beauts that you see here, Great Spangled Fritillary (Speyeria cybele) butterflies. This Yummy! fresh male was especially handsome. I wanted a fair image of his silvery spangles, as they faced and reflected the morning sun. He was fine with my approach, just so long as I didn’t attempt to mooch off of the flowerhead. We agreed to agree, and I shot away!
Fritillaries, those so American butterflies, that 99.679% of American don’t know exist. When I first began photographing butterflies, I noted that word, ‘spangled.’ It was the first time I had ever noted it, outside of Mrs. ??????’s 4-grade class at PS 244 in Brooklyn, New York. The beloved Star Spangled Banner.