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This fellow thought that he could put his bike's kickstand down and the massive weight he was moving about wouldn't turn his bike into an ice cream trebuchette...he was wrong.
Martyr's Park (LieShiLingYuan)
Guangzhou, China
Yellow flowers cover the golden willows (Salix alba ‘Vitellina’) along Silver Tip Creek east of Belfry in Carbon County, Montana. A variety of white willow, the golden willow grows new stems that are a bright golden color. This bright color makes these trees stand out in the winter. In the spring slim, cylindrical, yellow flower clusters called catkins cover the trees as seen in this photo. These yellow flowers will give way to green leaves as the summer approaches. Golden willows are not native to Montana and Wyoming but were introduced by settlers who used them as windbreaks and shade trees. They escaped cultivation and naturalized across the area.
References:
www.ag.ndsu.edu/trees/handbook/th-3-139.pdf
www.gardeningknowhow.com/ornamental/trees/willow/golden-w...
I'm struggling to comprehend the seeming speed with which life has transitioned from manageable to the unimaginable. The preoccupation is rightly with the coronavirus itself. But ultimately the psychological aspect of longterm stress and anxiety might prove equally disabling. Each day brings an increased awareness that this is going to be a long term situation with effects that will surely outlast the virus itself. I'm clinging to daily routines in an effort to maintain mental health. But it's deeper than that. I need to feel a sense of self worth; a need to exist. There has to be more to a day than watching endless news coverage. It's important to be dialed into events, but I fear the hypnotic effect of ongoing news feeds. Balance is key right now. It will be a process of discovery for many of us as routines change, perhaps radically, as we find out how exactly we will fit into the new model. It will be a process.
We're on the verge of the vernal equinox; the first day of Spring in the northern hemisphere is Thursday. Normally a time of year filled with hope and optimism. Likely to go all but unnoticed this year. I was scrolling through an old email queue yesterday looking for a past communication. There I stumbled upon threads from exactly one year ago. They were filled with discussion of problems and issues with jobs that seemed paramount at the time, but utterly trivial now. How I wished those sorts of problems were the worst thing in life now.
The other day I noticed a very challenging astrological makeup for this week starting tomorrow, March 18. An astounding six planets will cluster in the sign of Capricorn. The indication is one of a tipping point being crossed. Perhaps a big disclosure is in the offing. The tension will remain strong through early next week. Stay safe.
Species: Anthocharis cardamines.
This butterfly has white uppersides to its wings. It is only the males that have orange-tipped forewings; females have small black tips. In both sexes the undersides of the hindwings are mottled with moss-green. The orange tips warn predators that this butterfly is highly distasteful. Info:RSPB.
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Good UK weather early in April has brought the butterflies out in force. This one was taken at Brandon Marsh
Back Garden - couldn't believe my luck when he landed on this dead daffodil (I didn't spot the photobomber at the time)
Also had a Holly Blue land on some blossom, but too high for photos.
The Rusty-tipped Page (Siproeta epaphus), photographed at Emerald Valley Nature Center, Lake Yojoa, Honduras, showcases the delicate balance of colors and intricate patterns of this beautiful butterfly. The vibrant orange tips of the wings contrast with the deep brown body, creating a striking visual against the lush green foliage. Using my Canon R5 with an RF 100-400mm lens and a 1.4x extender, I captured this image at 1/60 sec, f/11, and ISO 800. The combination of these settings allowed me to achieve a deep depth of field, highlighting the butterfly’s exquisite details while maintaining sharpness throughout the frame.
Emerald Valley Nature Center, renowned for its rich biodiversity, offers an unparalleled opportunity for butterfly photography. The tranquil setting and diverse ecosystems make it a prime location for capturing the essence of these delicate creatures. This photo reflects my ongoing commitment to conservation and my passion for showcasing the natural beauty of our world. The equipment choices and settings were crucial in overcoming the low light conditions, allowing me to freeze the motion and bring out the vivid colors and fine details of the butterfly. This image stands as a testament to the incredible biodiversity found at Emerald Valley and the importance of preserving such habitats.
©2022 Adam Rainoff Photographer
SY no. 1210 coming down off the Wulong Tip at Fuxin with a set of barely visible discharged tipper wagons on 15 November 2012.
Fuxin Mining Administration
Liaoning, China
2020-09-07, Day 3
Snow clouds roll in over a glassy un-named lake that sits at the foot of a talus-decorated cirque down which we must descend, high in the trackless northern Wind River Range, Fitzpatrick Wilderness, Wyoming.
The descent to this lake marked an incontrovertible tipping point for us. If the weather brought snow, as it seemed increasingly likely to do, it would be impossible to climb back the way we had come with the gear we had on our backs. Above where I stand here are one or two narrow or difficult places that required some Class 3 scrambling, and we lacked both metal foot-traction and ice-axes to make it an option both plausible and safe once covered in (more) snow and ice. As we picked our way carefully down through patches of vegetation interspersed with bands of talus, we crossed paths with a weasel racing uphill with a fat pika in its mouth. Helluva day to be that pika; on the other hand, it's time for a weasel celebration party.
If one looks at this photo closely, it is apparent that there are two lakes, separated by a small bridge of land. Judging from the rocks we could see, we figured we might find a flat place to pitch a tent in the patch of trees at about 11 o'clock on the far shore of the near lake. We also hoped that we would be protected from the worst of any snow and wind that the clouds might deliver after nightfall.
We made beef and bean burritos with cheese and rehydrated salsa for dinner, and we brewed a hot cup of herbal tea. Before our repast was complete, the temperature began to drop, the light commenced to fade, and the first flakes floated down through the wind-battered trees and landed on our jackets. We cleaned up the pot, hung the food, and climbed into the down sleeping bags to stay warm. The snow began to drive into the tent fly as it got dark, and I watched pellets of corn snow repeatedly gather in a few flatter parts of the fly, then slide down the vestibule toward the ground once a certain critical mass was attained. The tent did seem to be protected from the worst of the wind but the thin canopy of trees was doing very little to shield us from the accumulating snow.
Not long after dark, the snow and wind were joined by near simultaneous exclamations of thunder and lightning. The inside of the tent lit up like bright electric day, and enough detail could be made out of the sky immediately above us that it seemed as if we were on the inside of a snow-globe. Up to this very moment, I had never camped at the very edge of timberline in a high-elevation cirque in the middle of a full-on raging winter storm, with no trail anywhere close-by, and the surrounding talus now getting buried in who-knew-how-many inches of snow and ice. I thought somewhat academically that rest might be a good idea, but it proved difficult to relax. Every time I rolled over and glanced up at the tent fly, I noticed the weight of accumulating snow, and I hit the nylon to keep the vestibules on either side of the tent from collapsing. I have a two-person MSR backpacking tent that weighs just over 3 pounds (1.4 kg), including poles and stakes. It is a fabulous, light-weight, 3-season tent, and the conditions outside could only properly be described as that other, most unwelcome fourth season.
Wearing all of our clothing, and wrapped tightly in the down sleeping bags to try and retain as much warmth as possible, I can report that we were not downright cold. As the hours slowly passed, we noticed a change to the tenor of the storm. What was corn snow gave way to gusts of snow flakes complemented with a peppering of larger pea-sized ice particles. These hailstones irregularly collided with the aluminum poles of the tent frame, and we were treated to the relatively frequent pinging sound of the ice as it danced merrily off our stretched nylon bubble.
The only way out of this place in the morning would be to navigate the talus and attempt to find the nearest trail. The maps we consulted a month or so earlier when we identified bail-out points suggested that would be a distance of a little over 2 miles (3.2 km), with a descent of 1,000 feet (300 m) through what we surmised would be talus of some size, interspersed with bands of spruce forest and copious downed logs that would be slippery with snow and ice. Our initial assumption that the storm would likely bring only a few early-season inches to the Wind Rivers was clearly incorrect, and we would now pay whatever price the wilderness required to return to the warmth and comfort of the vehicle, which was over 20 miles (32 km) and one 11,000 foot (3,350 m) pass away from where we huddled. Apparently, getting older does not necessarily guarantee that one accrues any real wisdom.
1 Orange Tip
1 Holly Blue
I saw the same down the road. Only 4 butterflies today.
In my garden 19th April 2026
I'd given up hope of photographing an Orange Tip this year but today (1st June) I came across this. It looks pretty fresh too. It's nectaring on Ragged Robin.
Yellow-tipped Flasher (Telegonus anausis) captured at the Emerald Valley Nature Center, Lake Yojoa, Honduras. This image showcases the butterfly perched delicately on a cluster of white flowers, its intricate wing patterns and vibrant yellow tips highlighted against a softly blurred green backdrop. The photo was taken with a Canon R5 and an RF 100-400mm lens combined with a 1.4x extender, using a shutter speed of 1/180 sec at f/11 and ISO 800. The f/11 aperture was intentionally chosen to achieve a deep depth of field, ensuring the entire butterfly and its perch remained in sharp focus.
From a photographer's perspective, capturing the Yellow-tipped Flasher in its natural habitat presented a rewarding challenge. The choice of equipment and settings was crucial to freeze the subtle movements of the butterfly while maintaining clarity and depth. The Emerald Valley Nature Center is renowned as the top spot in Honduras for butterfly photography, offering a diverse array of species to observe and capture. Special thanks to Robert Gallardo and his efforts at the nature center. His dedication to conservation and his comprehensive butterfly book have been invaluable resources for understanding the rich biodiversity of this region. This image stands as a testament to the beauty and complexity of nature, and I hope it inspires others in the photography community to continue exploring and preserving our natural world.
©2022 Adam Rainoff Photographer
Tip. Looking Close...on Friday!
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