Happiness is a butterfly, which when pursued, is always just beyond your grasp, but which, if you will sit down quietly, may alight upon you.
Nathaniel Hawthorne
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NOTES FROM THE ISLE OF LEWIS IN SCOTLAND'S OUTER HEBRIDES AND ANYWHERE ELSE I HAPPEN TO FIND MYSELF
That's one exceedingly tatty speckled wood, I'm amazed it has enough wing covering left to fly!
ReplyDeleteYes Mark, it is a bit on the tatty side.
DeleteBeautiful and true.
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In fact, Cynthia, one alighted on the back of my hand whilst I was trying to catch it to put it out of the house. It was the one place that I couldn't get hold of it because you need to be able to cup your hands to hold it without harming it.
DeleteI'm always amazed too when I come across butterflies with torn wings and still managing to fly. (Sort of inspiring in a sad way...)
ReplyDeleteYes Monica that's a really good way of expressing it.
DeleteWonderful photos, as ever. Today, we saw a wasp carrying a dying buttefly away. Looking on the bright side, we thought that at least the butterfly had one last flight (adn the wasp, a hearty meal).
ReplyDeleteI'm afraid, Frances, that wasps are one of the creatures that I really do not like.
DeleteI never said I liked them, GB!
DeleteFrances it has never occurred to me that anyone might actually like wasps.
DeleteThese are all so beautiful....I love butterfly photos.
ReplyDeleteI think, Virginia, that even the most mundane of butterflies is beautiful.
DeleteBeautiful GB. Thanks
ReplyDeleteYou are very welcome Jaz.
DeleteI wonder whether they know how beautiful they are. Doubt it, because that is probably not what their mini-brains are capable of, but they really ARE.
ReplyDeleteSo true Meike.
DeleteI'm glad you are finding such beautiful creatures to photography, Graham. I imagine the last one would look quite ordinary but you have shown up its true beauty.
ReplyDeleteThanks Pauline. None of them quite compare to the astonishing beauty and travels of the Monarch though.
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