In that sweet meadow on the slope of Mt. Hermon in the HolyLand. Surrounded by billions of these tiny yellow blooms. The Israeli sun has our middle morning at a comfortable 84 Fahrenheit, and I am poised at these Copper butterflies. Lycaena thersamon, he on the left.
They’re near motionless for more than 1/2 of an hour.
Me? I’m shooting away. What am I thinking? Elvis Presley’s Love Me Tender: Love me tender, love me sweet, Never let me go, You have made my life complete, And I love you so . . .
We know that our minds flourish when we are out there, searching . . .
Lycaena phlaes Butterfly photographed by Jeff Zablow at Neve Ativ, Israel
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)
I’m enjoying posts shared by so many who like me are anxious for the winter of 2020 to end. Their posts of Spring-Summer-Fall butterflies wet our appetites. It’s so close to the time that we check our stuff, and head out to see and shoot G-d’s winged beauties.
Enjoy with me here 2 of those moments of ecstasy.
The first is a Copper butterfly met on the lower slope of Mt. Hermon in the HolyLand’s Golan region. Lycaena phlaeas. Fragile, beautiful, perky, purposeful sipping that nectar . . .
That’s me at Ft. Indiantown Gap Military Reservation’s expansive meadow, photographing the very rare Regal Fritillary Butterfly. I crouch there, thinking that this exquisite Fritillary used to fly where I was a boy in Brooklyn, New York, and it’s range is now limited to this meadow in central Pennsylvania and another meadow on a restricted military site in Virginia.
Moments of Ecstasy. Admission price?
I Love finding that our friends who visit wingedbeauty.com live well beyond the USA. Often I consider asking you, who lives in the Philippines, South Africa, France, Mongolia, Sri Lanka and Finland, why have you visited. Why/what brings you back again and again?
Me? I’ve loved and followed butterflies since I was a kid deep in the streets of Brooklyn, New York. I’ve seen them endure land development, rotten city air and the arrival of millions of new people from around the world. I’ve compared their beauty, when they are hours out of the chrysalis, compared it to the ‘Magnificent Jewelry’ sold in New York’s finest auction houses and antique shops and in the world’s finest jewelry stores.
Butterflies that are fresh and starkly beautiful are more exquisite than the artisans in the world’s finest design workshops. Me? I attribute their unexcelled beauty to work of . . . G-d.
Recently I noticed that we have a frequent and much appreciated visitor from Estonia. Estonia? Who are you and what brings you back, to our great satisfaction?
A friend has been posting her recent photos of Copper butterflies seen in her native Washington State, USA. Melanie Manko Weiss’ images of Mariposa Copper (Lycaena mariposa)? I count them among my favorites.
That got me to recalling Coppers that I’ve seen and loved. This HolyLand Copper, seen in the village of Neve Ativ, on the slope of great Mt. Hermon in Israel, is a photo favorite. When they are fresh, as this one is, Lycaena thersamon, again bring a smile and much admiration from me. I’d spent hours in that Neve Ativ meadow, and this Copper showed up, to my glee and excitement.
I went to the HolyLand (Israel) to see my grandsons and to photograph rare butterflies. Hillel and Boaz were such Fun! to be with, and rare butterflies?
I scored many images of very rare butterflies there in the Golan. You’d LLOOVVEE trekking the Golan Heights as they used to be called. So much of what you heard in Sunday School took place there, They walked there, and admired the very same butterflies that I found there. That thought so sobered me.
Here’s Aricia Agestis Agestis, seen in the meadows surrounding the village of Neve Ativ, on the slopes of Mt. Hermon. Listed as Protected, I smiled BiG when I spotted its telltale orange wing margin spots.
Forget your outdated mental images of Israel. This second image shows the outskirts of Neve Ativ, green and lush. Just over that hill in the background is the world’s active battlefield, intercine, bloody Syria. Israel? Safe and beautiful. Syria, like the Killing Fields of Cambodia.
The Middle East. A Conundrum.