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Tweaked Silly Girls pattern with pink hair, blue eyes and pink gingham dress and bows. She is a bit disturbed by the butterfly that has landed on her head.
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The littlest one flipped itself out of the nest and was dangling on the side--I was able to put it back in the nest while Mama squawked and fluttered like crazy. It was so tiny and warm....
Flutter is the sound these guys make when they find themselves trapped in a corner of ones thatch roof. Flutter goes on all night and no matter how hard one tries to find him he can not be detected, until the next morning when it is too late. The upside is that by this time he is so fatigued that he becomes extremely cooperative and makes an excellent photographic model. That his wings were not shredded given all the noise all night long is a mystery. He really is a beautiful subject. I enjoyed photographing him after which he was released into the undergrowth outside.
Darby Porter Otter lake NY August 25, 2013 Sony Cyber Shot Underwater Camera I Live in Forestport NY. This old boy is Ferdinand, he has lived on Otter Lake for over 5 years. He is alone now with no mate. In this photo he had just finished eating a fish and kept swimming away as I tried to get a better shot . you can still see the bulge in his neck where the fish is.
i got the idea for this shot of Casey Carlin, all i have done is taken my girlfriennds ornimenttook a shot and enlarged part and reversed it to the other side.
Can't remember if I posted this before; I can't see it in my photostream. Anyway, it's from the archives.
Nikkor 70-200mm VRII + 1.7x TC. Shot in California.
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I followed this specimen through the scrub near the Chapel Santa Maria at Lebena. A burst of shots at a high shutter speed captured this picture, mid-flutter, giving a good view of the colouration on its abdomen.
This was taken with my Lensbaby Muse and Nikon D200.
A Butterfly Hovers Closely
A butterfly hovers closely
And then quickly moves away,
Swiftly going where so ever
Her heart may freely say.
A butterfly lowers and rises
With the winds's gusty breath,
As if coupled within a dance
Of a loving tenderness.
The butterfly only knows
How it feels to have wings,
To kiss the petals of flowers
In such elegant flitterings.
To have but one moment
Of such an exquisite flight,
Would be like a dream
Where all seems so right.
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A sea of ivy in my friend’s backyard reminded me of this poem by e.e. cummings
this is the garden: colours come and go
this is the garden:colours come and go,
frail azures fluttering from night's outer wing
strong silent greens serenely lingering,
absolute lights like baths of golden snow.
This is the garden:pursed lips do blow
upon cool flutes within wide glooms,and sing
(of harps celestial to the quivering string)
invisible faces hauntingly and slow.
This is the garden. Time shall surely reap
and on Death's blade lie many a flower curled,
in other lands where other songs be sung;
yet stand They here enraptured,as among
The slow deep trees perpetual of sleep
some silver-fingered fountain steals the world.
e.e.cummings
From “Tulips and Chimneys”, 1923