When I see drab flying insects, I think “Moth.” I expect butterflies to be more colourful, somehow. But the white one is a cabbage white, apparently, and the brown one might be a northern cloudywing. Both butterflies. Not moths.
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Photo Memory of the Week
Video of the Week: “It was an ambush!”
Leeloo whups a bunch of armed and nasty aliens, unarmed and all by her own self.
The quote is at timestamp 1:43.
Poetry of the Week
On Tender Hooks
- by Brian BilstonLet me cut to the cheese:
every time you open your mouth,
I’m on tender hooks.You charge at the English language
like a bowl in a china shop.
Please nip it in the butt.On the spurt of the moment,
the phrases tumble out.
It’s time you gave up the goat.Curve your enthusiasm.
Don’t give them free range.
The chickens will come home to roast.Now you are in high dungeon.
You think me a damp squid:
on your phrases I shouldn’t impose.But they spread like wildflowers
in a doggy-dog world,
and your spear of influence grows.Posted: 2025 Apr 20
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Beautiful photos and beautiful presentation. Thanks for bringing us to nose-length views!
Judith – Thanks! They’re fun subjects.
Charismatic minifauna !
Ralph – 🙂 They’re more interesting, I find, the more closely I look at them.