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I've never really had much luck with Orange Tips until our weekend visit to Cerne Abbas. They were so well behaved in the cool conditions I had time for a few lens changes.
Back Garden - after photographing this guy on Saturday, I watched him go to roost on the Weigela. Knowing it was going to be frosty the next morning I got up early to try to get some images with frost or dew - he was still there, but he must have been sheltered under the leaf, as I can only see the frost on the Weigela.
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The female Orange Tip is more secretive and less conspicuous than the male. She lacks the orange wing tips, which warn of his unpalatability, and is often passed over as a Small or Green-veined White. From above, the female can be distinguished from the other whites by the isolated black spot near the front edge of the forewings and the faint pattern showing through from the underside of the hindwings.
2 more photos of orange tip butterflies seen yesterday.
The only flowers that any settled on yesterday.
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Auch mit Sonnenuhr, etwas kleiner als auf der Halde Hoheward...
Also with sundial, somewhat smaller than on the Hoheward spoil tip...
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
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.
There are several peaks south east of Silver Lake, near Hope, BC. In succession, going south, they are Mount Grant, Eaton Peak, Mount Green, and eventually Silver Tip (among others).
Good UK weather early in April has brought the butterflies out in force. This one was taken at Brandon Marsh
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.
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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.