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I photographed this Rusty-tipped Page (Siproeta epaphus) at Emerald Valley, a private nature reserve northwest of Lake Yojoa near Peña Blanca, Honduras. Its orange wing tips and dark brown body stood out against the green foliage. It lives all year in tropical habitats from southern Texas to Brazil, Bolivia and Peru. It is also called the brown siproeta, and it is one of the most common butterflies in Central America. Emerald Valley's conservation work is led by Robert Gallardo and Olivia DÃaz. Its wings average 7 to 7.5 centimeters across.
I used a Canon R5 with the RF 100-400mm f/5.6-8 plus the RF 1.4x extender for this one, at 1/60 sec, f/11, ISO 800. Gallardo's published inventory of Emerald Valley recorded 704 butterfly species, including more than 110 new records for Honduras.
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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.
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.
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
Tip. Looking Close...on Friday!
Thank you in advance for views faves and comments all very much appreciated.
I photographed this Yellow-tipped Flasher (Telegonus anaphus) at Emerald Valley, a private nature reserve northwest of Lake Yojoa near Peña Blanca, Honduras. It perched on a cluster of white flowers, showing its yellow wing tips. It is a skipper found from Argentina north through Central America to Mexico and the West Indies, and strays turn up in the lower Rio Grande Valley of Texas. Its caterpillars feed on vines in the bean family. Emerald Valley's conservation work is led by Robert Gallardo and Olivia DÃaz. Emerald Valley has more than 700 butterfly species within its 34-acre reserve.
I made this frame with a Canon R5 and the RF 100-400mm f/5.6-8 plus the RF 1.4x extender, at 1/180 sec, f/11, ISO 800. Emerald Valley's list includes Emesis eleanorae, a butterfly known only from Honduras.
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Knecht of Schwaderloch Saurer D330-B 8x4 3-way tipper parked up for the weekend at its owners depot in the canton of Aargu.
These impressive lorries with their massive hub-reduction equipped rear axles ceased production around 1982, and 40years on this one appears to still be working?
...that's my name for it...I don't know what it really is, but I thought it's worth posting it. I really liked this shot...but not sure why, because it's a little too busy...bu I guess it's the light and shadows that makes it for me. Hope you'll like it, too :))
Update: I went to the website of Butterfly World where this was taken and I found it is a Hebamoia Glaucippe...I still prefer Orange Tip...LOL :))
This is a mating pair of buff tip moths seen in Fermyn Woods yesterday!
Many thanks to all who take the trouble to view and/or comment
Orange-tip butterfly (Anthocharis cardamines) (female), Buchanan Castle Golf Course, Drymen. I don't know how this photo turned out sharp, as the stalk of grass was swaying gently in the breeze. Olympus's in-camera image stabilisation is definitely superior to my Nikon.
Those green tips are starting to show in the garden ! Time for some macro shots !!! :-)
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I was delighted to find this orange tip settled with wings closed towards the end of my walk. It was in an area I do not usually visit or expect to see much.
The underside of this species is very different to other butterflies in Britain and makes the male orange tip very appealing in both ventral and dorsal views.
Part of the entourage at the Grimaldi Service at the All Saints Church Haggerston - the annual celebration of Regency-era clown Joseph Grimaldi.