Painter Lady — Photo-Artistry by kenne
This painted lady
Flying over the landscape
Found me attractive.
— kenne
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Butterfly Photo-Artistry 1 comment
This painted lady
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Monarch Butterfly — Photo-Artistry by kenne
We are like butterflies who flutter for a day and think it is forever.
–Carl Sagan
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Monarch Butterfly — Photo-Artistry by kenne
“Just living is not enough,”
said the butterfly,
“one must have sunshine,
freedom and a little flower.”
— Hans Christian Andersen
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Queen Butterfly — Image by kenne
I do not know if the desert can be loved,
but it is in the desert that my treasure lies hidden.
— Paulo Coelho
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Madidi National Park Butterflies And Moths 1 comment
Eyespot Butterfly — Image by kenne
While on our Madidi National Park adventure, I took approximately 1000 photos, most of which will only be seen by blog followers and those who visit my Flickr account. Of those photos, I have uploaded 20 butterfly and moth images, which you can see by clicking here. I was not on a butterfly expedition, having very little knowledge of butterflies, especially in the Amazon. However, I love photographing and sharing butterfly images.
If you are interested in more information on Madidi National Park’s diverse ecosystems for plants and animals you might start with this posting from Mongabay: News & Inspiration from Nature’s Frontline — Expedition finds butterfly bonanza in Bolivian national park (PHOTOS).
— kenne
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Desert Orangetip On a Fiddleneck — Photo-Art by kenne
“I discovered in nature the nonutilitarian delights that I sought in art.
Both were a form of magic, both were a game of intricate enchantment and deception.”
— from “Butterfies” by Vladimir Nabokov
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Meekly you keep the mortal rendezvous . . . 1 comment
Arizona Sister Butterfly — Image by kenne
On the Manner of Addressing Clouds
Gloomy grammarians in golden gowns,
Meekly you keep the mortal rendezvous,
Eliciting the still sustaining pomps
Of speech which are like music so profound
They seem an exaltation without sound.
Funest philosophers and ponderers,
Their evocations are the speech of clouds.
So speech of your processionals returns
In the casual evocations of your tread
Across the stale, mysterious seasons. These
Are the music of meet resignation; these
The responsive, still sustaining pomps for you
To magnify, if in that drifting waste
You are to be accompanied by more
Than mute bare splendors of the sun and moon.
— Wallace Stevens
