Success! Georgia Satyr Success!!

Georgia Satyr Butterfly 2 photographed by Jeff Zablow at Big Bend Wildlife Management Area, Florida

We went back to the Big Bend Wildlife Management Area in Florida’s Panhandle in late June. Back to re-meet the Georgia Satyr butterfly. I’d waited years and years to shoot it, and my first trip there found Georgia Satyrs, but . . . I wasn’t satisfied with the images I scored.

This was a tiny, tiny, slow flying butterfly, that always flew close to the Spring Creek Unit’s swamp edge, flew low, and preferred to land close to the ground, with plants stalks hiding it from view. Once you got down to shoot one, 90% of the time it flew, mostly 10 feet away. So, you have to get up, and slowly approach it again, and lower yourself again, and re-adjust to get closer, only . . . . . . to have your Georgia fly again!

All the time you’re down on your ‘belly’ you’re remembering back to your Brooklyn childhood, reminded of times that you had to walk through ‘alien’ streets, keeping your eyes open for trouble. Lying on your belly in the Refuge, you sure were in alien territory again, for ticks were there, and your arrival was cause for celebration for them.

While wondering if you were attracting ticks, the humidity there was serious, and despite the head band across my forehead, the sweat soon began streaming down over my glasses and my eyes! The salt began to reach my eyes, and at times blind me for moments.

This Georgia held still, remained in place, and it was gorgeous, tiny but gorgeous. Why endure the up ‘n down struggle, the ticks and the streams of sweat? I am motivated in part by Ralph Waldo Emersons’s famous Success. I so wanted to share with you a butterfly that you will count as different, unusual, and beautiful. The inimitable Georgia Satyr. This one’s reddish/orange lines? I love them!


This Gal Looks Very Familiar . . .

Cow photographed by Jeff Zablow on Northern Golan Trail, Israel, on 3/20/12

Cow photographed by Jeff Zablow on Northern Golan Trail, Israel, on 3/20/12

I’m just back from Israel. I’ve logged many miles of rock strewn trails in the Upper Galilee and in the Golan Heights, where nearly all trails are heavily sprinkled with rocks. Where these trillions of good-sized rocks came from remained a mystery, but there they were, to be avoided or stepped upon.

I think I also saw this cow. I met many on those trails. It seems that if there is no barbed wire, they roam freely. Their horns (they all have 2 foot-long horns) continue to get my attention. In my childhood past, in Brooklyn, you kept your eyes open for long, and the sharps. My readers have sought to Comment in the past, and assuage my apprehension. One friend wrote “pay no attention, for all they want to do is. . . eat.” Believe me when I share that one of these gals, on Mt. Belvoir, slowly began to head toward me, and I just as slowly, backpedalled. Don’t want you-all to learn that one conflicted cow clocked poor Jeffrey.

Butterflies? Yes, yes. The slides are being developed!