Archive for the ‘Southern Dogface Butterfly’ Tag
Southern Dogface — Photo-Artistry by kenne
Therefore am I still
A lover of the meadows and the woods,
And mountains; and of all that we behold
From this green earth; of all the mighty world
Of eye and ear, — both what they half-create,
And what perceive; well pleased to recognize
In nature and the language of the sense,
The anchor of my purest thoughts, the nurse,
The guide, the guardian of my heart, and soul
Of all my moral being.
— from Lines Composed a Few Miles above Tintern Abbey, On Revisiting the Banks of the Wye during a Tour by William Wordsworth
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Southern Dogface Butterfly — Photo-Artistry by kenne
Southern Dogface Butterfly is a frequent visitor at flowers and damp soil in riparian habitats
in the Sonoran Desert but is very wary and not easily approached. When alighted the wings
are normally held verticle over the body, obscuring the dogface pattern on the top side of the forewing.
— arizonensis.org
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Southern Dogface Butterfly — Photo-Artistry by kenne
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Southern Dogface Butterfly — Computer Art by kenne
ALL OF ME IS MINE
If I’m still alone by now it’s by design
I only own myself, but all of me is mine.
But it’s hard sometimes when strangers
offer you a dime.
I only own myself, but all of is mine
If I still drink water when some folks drink wine
I only own myself, but all of me is mine.
Butt it’s hard when city windows dance
with candleshine
I only own myself, but all of me is mine.
The price you pay for sunshine
can sometimes be quite dear
when all you have to sell is youth
it’s hard to lose another year
my only forced submission
has been the rape of time.
I only own myself, but all of me is mine.
— Rod McKuen
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Spotted several of these Southern Dogface butterflies yesterday (February 5, 2015) on our patio. — Images by kenne
A Butterfly Lights Beside Us
A butterfly lights beside us, like a sunbeam…
and for a brief moment it’s glory
and beauty belong to our world…
but then it flies on again, and although
we wish it could have stayed,
we are so thankful to have seen it at all.
Author Unknown
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Becoming is Superior to Being 