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3. Green Mist - zielona mgiełka - Poland...
Sony SLT A55V + Tamron Di Macro 90mm...
Cat: MACRO...
© 2015 Zbigniew Walkiewicz...
I would sometimes find yourself in a place where God is waiting only for someone to open the shutter - Ansel Adams [ 108 ]
Milano Marittima - Casa delle farfalle (Luglio 2010).
In questo luogo meraviglioso ho scattato circa 400 foto ma il lavoro di identificazione è lungo e complicato ..... non mi ero mai cimentato con tanta varietà di specie tropicali.
Oggi questa farfallina, grande come una unghia, è venuta a prendere possesso del geranio che ho sul balcone dell'ufficio. Quando sono uscita a fotografarla dapprima si è spaventata, e poi invece ha iniziato a volarmi addosso arrabbiatissima per farmi andare via !!! Era davvero in collera, probabilmente ha pensato che volessi invadere il suo territorio !!!!! :))))))))))
Era davvero un tesoro, e mi è dispiaciuto non poterle spiegare che invece (spero) sarebbe diventata famosa su flickr !!!!! :))))))))))
E' assolutamente da guardare in GRANDE !!! Ha gli occhi pieni di collera !!!!! :)))
because her eyebrows remind them of Leonid Breshnev :-) Robin Williams. HBM!!
Brown Clipper, butterfly house, Brookgreen gardens, Wheaton , Maryland
This small copper butterfly was taking the nectar from a ragwort. It's a shame that one of its antennae wasn't straight.
Another weekend chasing butterflies! This image has a bit static feeling about it, but it is a live butterfly and I like how the details of the antennae can be seen here. The wings are actually moving a bit, but not because it was flying but because of wind.
" ... I come here every day, say hello to the butterflies, and talk about things with them. When the time comes, though, they just quietly go off and disappear. I'm sure it means they've died, but I can never find their bodies. They don't leave any trace behind. It's like they've been absorbed by the air. They're dainty little creatures that hardly exist at all: they come out of nowhere, search quietly for a few, limited things, and disappear into nothingness again, perhaps to some other world.”
― Haruki Murakami, 1Q84