We were having a wonderful 5 days at Harris Neck National Wildlife Refuge in coastal Georgia. So many butterflies, ‘gators, egrets, storks, rails, hawks, bees, wasps, beetles . . . and that never to be forgotten morning when on the Woody Pond trail, just 4 feet from the pond edge, SUDDENLY, without warning, an alligator, sounding like it was 20 feet in length, ROARED!! Immediately, a chorus of ‘gators all roared together. I will not ever forget that, as if I entered a Brooklyn alleyway and came face to face with . . . .
I spotted this little yellow butterfly flying to and fro in the low grasses, and I spent many minutes pursuing this Barred Yellow (Eurema daira) butterfly. Up and down I went, as it descended, then flew upon my approach. Hide and seek it was, this being my best capture of the lot. See the yellow showing on it left forewing?
Me, at this stage in life, playing Hide ‘n Seek? Funny, no?
My many trips to Israel, the HolyLand produced thousands of images, most of those Fuji Velvia slide exposures ended up in the circular file (the garbage). Those trips to the Golan, Galilee, Rosh Hanikra, Netanya area, Jerusalem, Ein Gedi, Mishmarot and so much more yielded some images that brought great joy to me, though few knew of these spectacular captures that I made. wingedbeauty.com enables me to share them with you, and we can all agree that the beauty and diversity of the amazing Earth is boundless.
This female Gonepteryx Farinosa Farinosa was seen on Mt. Hermon, at the northernmost point of the Upper Golan, in June. They are only found on the top of that 7,000 foot high peak, and I was there just when they were fresh, and aloft.
On this day, Fathers Day in the USA, seeing this image, and remembering my excitement when I shot away, pleases me, alot.
Working that beautiful Qedesh trail in the Upper Galilee, that recurring thought keeps popping up. How fortunate am I to be here, in the early Spring in the HolyLand, seeing fresh, rare butterflies in the meadows that flank the trail?
This one? Anthocharis Damones, taking a moment to nectar on these tiny orangish blooms, allowing us to gaze at its dorsal (upper) surface and also to see some of the ventral (lower surface) of its right wings.
My eyes drink up this image, and always drift to the right of this photo, up coming a smile, at that extra tiny, yet luscious purple flower.
Spring, on a verdant trail in the uppermost Galilee region of Israel, where Th-y too went at one time, to see and ponder.
I was excited to meet a tiny new yellow butterfly in western Mississippi. Paul B. Johnson State Park was a nice stop. As for Hackberry Emperor Butterflies, dozens of them to be seen.
That pink spot and those to black spots close to the head cause me to identify this sweet yellow as a Little Yellow butterfly. Ken? Curt? Mr. Ward? Mr. Pyle? Phil? Jerry and Rose? Mike R? Mike B? Jeff?
He’s a rare, very yellow butterfly, that you will never, ever get to see. Gonepteryx Farinosa flies in one of the 3 most violent places in the world, the peak of Mt. Hermon.
Crazy no? Here we are anticipating the year 2020, and this exotic large yellow, nectaring on one of Israel’s many species of thistle, lives on huge Mt. Hermon, lives surrounded by Israeli military personnel and sophisticated equipment. Why? Just below the peak of Mt. Hermon, on the northern base of Hermon, are killers. Killers of men, women and children. The last remnants of ISIL, the Syrian military, Hezbollah killers, Iran “advisers” and Iranian irregular killers, Hamas killers from Gaza, Pakistani advisers, North Korean advisers, Chinese advisers, possibly Cuban advisers, Russian advisers and who knows what other maladjusted men and women from the world’s savage countries.
You are unable to ascend Mt. Hermon. The Israeli military will not let you go up to see the 10, 11. or 12 very rare species of butterfly up there.
Me? How did I get this image? I went up to the peak with a guide, Eran, in June 2008, months after Frieda A”H (OBM) passed. My head not doing so well then. This unbelievable trip helped me, much. Was it safe then? It was before Syria was overrun by its own Rebels and by ISIL and the rest of the savage murderers. Even so, I was constantly off the trails (made over thousands of years by domestic cattle that roamed the mountain peak.), and I will never never forget when Eran called me over, to show me an untripped land mine quietly waiting for me to chase a butterfly its way!! That devil of a land mine was left over from earlier hostilities, on that magnificent peak.
Thank G-d for the safety of America and for the safety of nearly all of the 80 nations that some of you live in.