
clouded yellow
Luna moth whirls against the evening sky,
fluttering shadow of pale moonlight
echo of thought and flicker of breath,
voiceless a spirit that is dancing toward death.

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Mary C Legg
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January 13, 2006 Evening
August 26, 2006 01:30 AM EDT
(Updated: September 03, 2006 03:45 AM EDT)
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clouded yellow Luna moth whirls against the evening sky, fluttering shadow of pale moonlight echo of thought and flicker of breath, voiceless a spirit that is dancing toward death.
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Comments: 21
"I still can't figure out how you catch these insects with a camera."
stealth tactics aer everything-- first yo hve to survey the area for wild patches rather than cultivated landscape-- that helps. and then you must be incredibly patient and sneak up on the buggers--and once you are close enough to see them, then you have to play the cheshire cat game of nonexistence as you inch slower... however, the moment you rustle grass, they're gone.
and I have a very bad camera, not anything actually made for catching butterflies, so I have to be about a finger's width from them if I want to have a good image.
is just tough wrok-- but challenging and rewarding.
unfortunately I haven't learned to distinguish them carefully yet and so I must rely on other people correcting me.
I was out all day and just came in-- and the second pic of today--- big excitment today-- I caught a pair of mating whites-- and four butterflies I've not seen before. a red one which i think is a fancy fritillary, something that looks like a map but aint a map and something else that looks somewhat like a map, but I think is a fritillary.
and I think I have some new whites... but I missed a pair of large whites mating on way back to train station. and I think that some of my tortoiseshess in past were actually large tortoiseshells which will mke lepidopterists very happy, because it seems that the large has vanished over western europe, rather than small tortoishell
and that's about it-- saw a fantastic blue, but was impossible to catch. blues are the hardest of all opf them because they are tiny and very quick.
The utter eloquence....
My words pale
Under this magnificence
so am honored by your presence.
that you value it for itself is what makes it count for you. thanks on the compliments for the images and words-- this is appreciated much more than any rating Gather might ever give me--
am old jaded person...
" You never cease to amaze me,"
thank-you for your kind words and for wearing the emperor's clothes once more
am a traditionalist and stuck-in-the-mud-type conservative person and so I papreciate the complimetns you have
digging through yesterday's train files-- 727 of them that I will make into several pages of image files-- almost a book