Yesterday I met this little butterfly in the Patrick’s Knob roadless area in the Coeur d’Alene Mountains of Western Montana. I didn’t know his name and I didn’t even know the name of his flower, but I did know that his species and his whole world is in danger of vanishing forever…
at the hands of my species, the vastly more intelligent one. I didn’t know how to tell him.
(My friend aullori has helped me out with the identities of the Pine White butterfly and the Pearly Everlasting flow he is on. Thanks, aullori!)
Fireweed always provides a bitter-sweet feeling for me, but it does proffer the choice of contemplating beauty or tragedy in the ashes of what was once a bright green forest scene.
For some reason I have always viewed them as whole flowers, usually large groups of whole flowers. Today, perhaps because the drought that is holding Montana in its clutches has kept these beautiful flowers to a minimum and the large groups weren’t in evidence as I hiked in the Patrick’s Knob roadless area, I looked closely at a single blossom and I will never look at fireweed in quite the same way again.
Lit by the sun, a stalk of flowers creates a light and cheerful effect.
But when I found one in deep shade and focused on a single blossom, it showed me it can have a totally different character.
It was an orange day, from the clouds at sun rise
to the lilies in the late afternoon. I wonder, why orange?
Not a bad start for a day.
As soon as I saw him this baby Cottontail just captivated me and so I posted this today instead of what I had planned to. He’s hardly any larger than a softball, and in my opinion has the concept of “cute” all wrapped up! He certainly should not have let me get that close though.
This morning I think I set a brand new standard for being obnoxious: you’re supposed to frighten rabbits, not just merely annoy them with your camera! This adult didn’t have as much patience as the baby.
All summer I’ve been trying to get a decent photo of one of these beautiful birds with no luck at all. This morning, when I wasn’t looking for them at all, this little gal buzzed right in front of me and started feeding on the petunias in one of my wife’s hanging pots. Luckily I had just returned from my morning hike and still had my camera bag hanging from my shoulder and was able to react quickly enough.