Scrolling down through our hundreds of Media Library images, I’m always amazed at how rare many of them are. Better yet is the acknowledgement that they are all . . . my images. Written arias? No. Climbed Mt. Everest? Been a lineman for the Pittsburgh Steelers? Became an US Army Ranger/Marine? Ended up a real estate billionaire? No to all.
Coped some valuable butterfly images? A resounding YES.
Here we are on a hot day (96F ?) on the peak of Israel’s Mt. Hermon, in the company of my guide, Eran. I knew that there were as many as 12 butterflies found there, that were not found anywhere else.
In flew this male Melitaea persea, and he is fresh! I made my patented approach, down on my stomach, and he complied, remaining in place, nectaring on these tiny blooms. I shot away. Few in the world have such images, few. Thus I enjoyed a Ralph Waldo Emerson Success experience.
In the Uppermost Galilee, perhaps 200 feet from the Israeli Lebanon border. Verdant, sunny, isolated and carpeted with blooms of many colors. March brought a whole new menu of butterflies. I had been on this same Qedesh trail twice before, but never in March. Expectant.
A bountiful basket of butterflies it was. Those blooms must have been pumping nectar hard, because butterflies of many species came up and down the trail, most eating nectar as they went along, other males flying that crazed way that male butterflies do, frenetically searching for receptive mates.
This female, of a species at risk, a brown Argus, gently sipped sweet nectar on this tiny blooms, and her orange margin patches lit up nicely. I lit up also. I was thankful to be here amidst 360 degree beauty, with flying dreams alighting right before my eyes, and a big smile on my face. Alone amidst the Artist’s palette.
Sadly, this morning’s news brought the unbelievable report of the torching of a Christian church in Bethlehem, by Muslim terrorists. That was the trigger for this post, hateful madness vs. Joyous beauty.