Painted Lady Butterfly on Mexican Bird of Paradise — Grunge Art by kenne
A lady at work
The cycle can be shorted
Pesticides can kill.
— kenne
Painted Lady Butterfly on Mexican Bird of Paradise — Grunge Art by kenne
— kenne
Another Painted Lady — Image by kenne
Painted Lady Butterfly — Image by kenne
I gently rub
my beard
in deep thought
distracted only
by an occasional
butterfly
passing by
in the middle
of the day.
I savor
the moment
rubbing
white whiskers
navigating through
mind droppings
reaching out
to catch
a falling star.
The desert sky
bluer than the
bluest of blues
a backdrop to
sun-scalded red
creating visuals
turning to words
honed by the soul
itching to be scratched.
— kenne
Painted Lady — Image by kenne
The butterfly counts not months but moments and has time enough.
— Rabindranath Tagore

Painted Lady On Western Sneezeweed — Image by kenne
In the meadow of the valley,
Where wild flowers are roaming free.
There are multitudes of colors
And their backdrop forest greens.
— from The Meadow by Robert Edgar Burns
Painted Lady — Zen Art by kenne
“Once upon a time, I dreamt I was a butterfly,
fluttering hither and thither,
to all intents and purposes a butterfly.
I was conscious only of my happiness as a butterfly,
unaware that I was myself. Soon I awaked,
and there I was, veritably myself again.
Now I do not know whether I was then
a man dreaming I was a butterfly,
or whether I am now a butterfly,
dreaming I am a man.”
— Zhuangzi
Painted Lady Butterfly On A Rock — Image by kenne
This time of year I spend more time hiking on Mt. Lemmon that I do doing nature walking in Sabino Canyon. The exception was yesterday’s SCVN Lizard Walk. During the walk, which I will be posting on later, we saw a few butterflies. Currently, there are naturalists doing butterfly counts. I haven’t seen a report on the numbers, but from my observation trying to photograph them, the numbers are low.
The above image of a painted lady is one of the few butterflies I saw, at least that stopped for a moment. Maybe I would have seem more if I had been looking for butterflies rather than lizards.
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Painted Lady Butterfly (Vanessa cardui) — Image by kenne
Painted Lady Butterfly — Image by kenne
Aren’t we all one-day butterflies,
not aware of time.
Searching for partners or honey
until Death kisses us.
Then in his arms, tenderly rocked,
waiting for a new chance
to fly away again
and join the dance
of the one-day butterfly
— Mary Emily Bradley
Photographing butterflies this summer has been difficult. The few that are around are skipping from plant to plant, not taking time to stop.
While hiking on Mt. Lemmon yesterday, I kept and eye out for butterflies. I tried photographing a black swallowtail, the only one I saw, in flight with no success. My only success came when I spotted a painted lady butterfly, stopping just long enough for the following images to be captured.
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Images by kenne (Click on any of the images to see a slide show.)
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“Painted Lady Butterfly” — Image by kenne
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New Mexico Thistle — Image by kenne
Lavender, Blue, and Yellow
Standing tall above
the golden poppies
and blue lupines
grows a warlike flower,
several inflorescences
branching from the summit,
near the dusty paths
of the Sutherland Trail.
Bees move independently
through the fields
of blue and yellow,
only the diligent
tunneling into
the cushion of lavender
before the arrival
of the painted ladies.
— kenne
Mexican Poppies and Desert Lupines in Catalina State Park — Image by kenne
Painted Lady Butterfly on Western Sneezeweed on The Lemmon Meadow Trail, Mount Lemmon, AZ. — Images by kenne