I know I've been going on and on about my recent trip but it wouldn't be complete without mentioning the butterflies. I was busy taking photos of flowers and really didn't think I'd walk down a mountain trail but they did lead me down the mountain! Well, just a quarter of the trail but in mountain terms, pretty intimidating! :)
Here's the first one. I've never seen this kind of butterfly before. Although I've been googling a whole lot of images, I've yet to come across its identity. What surprised me was that all the butterflies landed on the dry rocky surface and puddled. Well, I've seen the Emigrants and the Common crow butterflies do that but it's always on wet sand. There's always something new to learn!!
The Common Sailor cruised around and landed near my feet! Back home I need to follow them around to get a decent shot but look, it hasn't even acknowledged my presence! If only others (in my yard) would follow suit!
These tiny butterflies are common but this one is the darkest blue I've ever seen!
And as I was there, capturing them for posterity, giant swirls of mist rose from the valley below. For a few minutes, the place was shrouded in mist-ery! And as suddenly as it had come, it vanished! What a magical experience that was! Especially for something that I do almost daily...shoot butterflies....but never in surroundings as magnificent as this! Have I mentioned the whisper of the wind on the mountain too....?!
Glory be to God for dappled things- For skies of couple-colour as a brinded cow; For rose-moles all in stipple upon trout that swim; Fresh-firecoal chestnut-falls; finches' wings; Landscape plotted and pieced--fold, fallow, and plough; And all trades, their gear and tackle and trim. All things counter, original, spare, strange; Whatever is fickle, freckled (who knows how?) With swift, slow; sweet, sour; adazzle, dim; He fathers-forth whose beauty is past change: Praise him. Gerard Manley Hopkins
The first flowering shrub I planted on our land
Every flower is a soul blooming in Nature.-Gerard De Nerval
Shall I not have intelligence with the earth? Am I not partly leaves and vegetable mould myself? -Henry David Thoreau