Posts Tagged ‘butterflies’


in the Arnold Arboretum. If you know the species name, please share!

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and a chipmunk too.


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That’s the translation of the little slip of paper on the back of the butterfly, Plique a jour. An enameling technique similar to cloisonne but with no backing so that the light can shine through. It’s meant to be worn as a pin but I might turn it into an occasional suncatcher. A wonderful find in an old shop. A dainty little thing, bits of damage, an antennae missing. Still beautiful. And as much as the design, I like that idea of letting in daylight at any time of day.

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A butterfly mobile. A gift given many years ago by a friend. The wings are growing a bit threadbare and dust is adding a fuzzy film. Regardless, still a lovely source of inspiration, and occasionally contemplation,  whenever it catches the light.

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Water flowed across the asphalt, a broken pipe perhaps.  In the bright light of the day were reflected the reds, greens, and golds of the overarching trees, and the thick dark lines of the neighboring fence.

And nearby a butterfly perched, the brightest one I’ve seen all year.

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Back home, I was racing up and down the stairs trying to photograph the morning sun as it struck the burnt orange leaves of the oak tree.  As I turned around to walk back down the stairs, I noticed the silhouette on the wall. For a while, I photographed those shadows, the subtle shift of the shapes as the wind stirred the branches outside, and inside, how my motion stirred the butterflies on the mobile hanging from the ceiling.

As for the orange leaves that first drew my attention … to my eyes, they are like stained glass.

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I do not know the name of this little fellow.  All I know is that once Steve took the rod from my hands and began jiggling the line, this creature clamped on tight.  Steve hauled him up long enough for me to snap a picture and then he was released back into the bay.

This lovely trio stared me down as I walked toward them.  I think they quickly realized I knew very little about fishing and so they patiently waited for the lobster boats to return to dock.

Can you see the bright eyes of this seal?  I was scanning the waves for a whale so I nearly missed this svelte form bobbing up and down in the waves.  I heard tell of a green snake in the woods and saw deer hoof prints in the mud but few other animals did I see this past weekend, up north, except for this butterfly feeding on minerals in the soil.

You can see more images from a weekend journey to Grand Manan here, and learn more about this beautiful island here.  A very short trip from where I live — a drive and then ferry ride — but somehow it was a world away.

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