Sinatra & Kid Zablow

Always marched to my own drummer. Loved songs from then, Sinatra’s “I Did It My Way,” and Denver’s “Take Me Home, Country Roads” and that teenage love song that came around just at the right time that summer [Rockaway Beach, Queens, New York], the Righteous Brothers’ “Unchained Melody” [“Oh, my love, my darling, I hunger . . . “]. “Red River Valley” and Roberson’s songs heard on the radio . . .

With 2020 in the rearview mirror, 2021 is my siren’s call, and look where Kid Zablow [was once my moniker] yearns to be, on such as Nichol Road, in Raccoon Creek State Park, southwestern Pennsylvania, or Laura’s Harris Neck National Wildlife Refuge, Georgia or . . . Roxanne’s change of pace, Arizona, bewitching Arizona.

When working trails as this one, 1,000% focused on finding butterflies, it’s me and Frank, singing his “I Faced It All and Did It My Way.”

Photo credit to Jenny Jean.


Oakey Woods Darner Reminisce

Dragonfly, photographed by Jeff Zablow at Wildlife Management Area, Kathleen, GA

Winter is waning here in Pittsburgh, what with a spate of high 50’s predicted for next weekend. Facebook Friends show every sign of champing at the bit, anxious to see Winter ’17 ‘git, and Spring ’17 slide into place.

Add me to those roles, as I review my ‘Add Media’ library of yet un-shared images. This one jumped out at me, another fine memory of working the trails at Oakey Woods Wildlife Management Area, Kathleen (That name!), Georgia. Mike was my guide, that made possible by Virginia.

How I too await the trails! How much I look forward to see darners, many, many different species of darners, as I scan the trail’s edge for butterflies, as they taught us to do, back when it looked like we’d be sent to ‘Nam. They chose not to send us, but that method of searching the perimeter remains with me, and so do the memories.

I have goals for 2017, and hope that wingedbeauty shares a bounty of beauty soon, real soon.


The Middle Eastern Moth that Swooped in

Unknown Moth, photographed by Jeff Zablow in Society for the Protection of Nature Hermon, Israel

Hours into working the trails of SPNI Hermon, at the slope of Mt. Hermon, I was giddy, with so many butterflies flying, and untold wildflowers that were new to me. It was March 2015, and 2015’s winter was a wet one, insuring that March in Israel would produce a bounty of botany. Abundant wildflowers attract and nurture healthy numbers of butterflies, bees, flies and all of the rest of the flying nectarers.

It was that time when earnest naturalists begin thinking, Should I quit now, or push myself. Into that decision mix I added the clincher. Once the morning sun gets too high overhead, it bleaches images, and renders them less than fab.

Just then, I passed a rocky outcrop on my right, and, this moth shot out from somewhere and Huh? It landed, just 2 feet from me. I don’t seek moths, but they are winged beauties, and I am a curious type. Decision was made. Approach, and shoot out. Remember I use a Macro-lens (2.8, 100mm, Cannon). I liked this moth. It must be a type of hawkmoth, and it was fresh and I noted those blue bands on its abdomen. A pretty baby blue, that I liked.

What moth is it? I do not know. I do know that we will soon learn its ID from someone who know Middle Eastern moths.

Good. An exotic moth, who flew to me and posed. Happily, I was there, 7,000 miles from home, on this rocky outcrop, surrounded by a palette of wildflower beauty.