A small blessing
A gift encounter, and why Skippers are butterflies.
Eulogy for a Skipper
Today I said goodbye to a small Peck’s Skipper. She measured less than an inch.
The Hunt
Today, for the first time, I witnessed the hunt. I’m still feeling in all sorts of ways about it - including guilty by association.
White-Checkered Skipper
Skippers look like moths, but they are actually butterflies.
A little help
What better place to hang out than the slightly rusted, slightly crooked driveway gate, with its formerly white slats offering easy transitions from one side to the other, and easy access to the top bar, where the flies also hang out?
The Swallowtail's Wings
My second encounter with a Black Swallowtail. Butterflies may visit the same garden if they know they can find a favorite plant.
Black Swallowtail
The sunlight was already strong, and the white of the house was blinding. But I would not pass on the opportunity to try and photograph the large swallowtail that made her entrance around 10am or so. Initially I stayed at a distance to avoid scaring her off, and hoped that
The Carpenter's Tale
The Carpenter Bee took me on my first journey into the insect world.
My first clay portrait
It took me almost one year to complete Willy's portrait. I started during an 8-weeks workshop in Detroit, but quite predictably I was not able to finish the project in time. Most workshop participants had significantly more experience, and/or worked in the field. I was already
It's not salt, it's adventure
My 5-day kayak expedition in the Outer Banks (NC).