These winged beauties are the highlight of summer days. Anise swallowtails, banded woolly-bears, holly blues, silk moths, California tortoiseshells, poplar sphinxes, great basin wood nymphs, mourning cloaks, delicate cycnias, white admirals – the names of butterflies are as dainty and exotic as their thin, rhizomed wings.
Moths are often boxed into a dusty corner when butterflies take the spotlight, but I appreciate the quiet, unassuming intricateness of their elegance. I recently found a fall webworm moth, and I was astounded at its details and simple beauty. Though moths don’t get the same attention as their showier cousins, I still enjoy their humble glamour.
In my last post on pollinators, I left out butterflies and moths because 1) I have enough photos on them for a full post and then some, and 2) I feel that they deserve their own series of photos simply because of their impeccable, winged artistry. So here it is.
Why didn’t the butterfly go to the dance?………….Because it was a moth ball!
Har har.
Why was the butterfly so moody?………because it was that time of the moth. Boo ja!
Hmm…this one seems a little sexist…or perhaps insect-ist.
That moth was pretty cool! I love the first photo the best. Keep. Up. The. Good. Work.
Thank you, Tim! I. Will.