This week, share a texture found in an unexpected place. It could be made of natural materials or with man-made objects. For more information go here.
THE LAST REMAINS OF THE FALLEN TREE
(Click on the photo to see all the textures.)
Does anyone (besides myself) think the remains of this tree resembles the decapitated head of the Big Bad Wolf? Which was why I photographed it in the first place this week.
The Sunrise Sunset Butterfly
And my garden supplied color-cordinated blossoms to go with him.
Or her? How do you determine the sex of a butterfly? Looks like it’s time to visit the interweb again.
BEHAVIOR: The male butterfly covers his territory by flying the same flight pattern throughout the entire day. The female flies an erratic pattens continually searching for food.
SIZE! The female butterfly is always larger than the male.
APPEARANCE! The wing patterns is different on the male and female.
EGGS! Another way of telling the gender of a butterfly is to watch and see whether the creature lays eggs. If you catch a butterfly and keep it overnight, if she’s female, she likely will have laid a clutch by morning. If no eggs are present, the butterfly is presumably male.
And who says my blog isn’t educational?
If you believe in fairies, then you have to believe in night flying butterflies. They really do exist in the realm of butterflies, even though I’ve never seen one personally. I have seen large night flying moths when I was living in rural Kansas. I even found one inside the window of my office one morning with a six-inch wing span.
So I decided to fold my origami version of what a night flying butterfly would like for today D.O.C. project.
MY NIGHT FLYING BUTTERFLY
The photo is actually a Morpho Butterfly.
It’s really strange, so far this year I haven’t seen any moths or butterflies (or bees) visiting the flower gardens. So to rectify the situation, I created several origami butterflies to add to the garden. As Mother Nature would have it, she sent one of her frequent sudden thunderstorms we’ve been plagued with this week. And only one butterfly survived. In other words, “It’s not nice to fool Mother Nature!” Here’s the only butterfly and flowers that survived the downpour, my Photo Challenge entry to show the CONTRASTS between real and imitation nation.
This week, in a post created specifically for this challenge, share a photo that says BETWEEN.
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This morning when I went out to see how my garden was growing
I discovered this solitary radiant red lily
Between the usual multitude of snowy white lilies.
The first to blossom in three years!
For some unknown reason, our daily rains failed to show up for FRIDAY 13! Instead, Renee and I woke up to rediscover a heavenly blue sky and sunny day you can only find in the Wicket City on the best of all possible days. And while I could have stayed home and mowed the lawn again, I said NO WAY! Today was my day for day tripping! So I slathered on my sun screen … (yes, I had a small basal cell growth removed from my cheek this winter) … and headed for my corner MetroBus stop.
DESTINATION: FOREST PARK AND A DAY OF CONVERSING WITH NATURE!
The first thing I discovered was birthday cake celebrating the 150th Birthday of the City of Saint Louis. As you might have figured out, this one was sponsored by the Saint Louis Shakespeare Festival n’ Forest Park. Every spring the Shakespeare Festival stages one of Shakespeare’s plays in a natural amphitheatre on the side of Art Hill.
This year they are staging TWO plays. Henry IV and Henry V on alternating evenings. And yes, admission is free … but you can leave a monetary donation if you are so inclined.
Feel free to brush up by clicking twice on the photo.
Notice that some early arrivals have already staked out their blanket and chair places. Refreshments are available from a multitude of vendor tents at the top of the hill. And there is a long line of Port-a-potties for nature calls. Prior to the start of the play, buskers, minstrels, jugglers and magicians stroll through the audience. It’s a real fun night! Especially when it doesn’t rain.
Tomorrow, Part Two – I Talk To The Animals!
I’ve mentioned the West Walnut Manor Critter Diner over the last several years. It’s the spot where I put out seeds, crumbs and other edibles for the many different critters who drop in to dine in my back yard. Recently, I’ve added vegetable trimmings to the menu, and as a result the cliental has changed somewhat. The squirrel family stile drops in, but now they’re a family of five.
And they too shared the food box as the other critters do.
In West Walnut Manor all the critters LOVE their neighbors. Wonder if we could get humans to come together like that.