Mid-September, and we’re getting pretty close to the end of late summer blooms, but these Coneflowers still look pretty good.
Taken at Lauritzen Gardens in Omaha, NE.
Thought for the Day: I hate flowers — I paint them because they’re cheaper than models and don’t move. Georgia O’Keefe
Just in time for lunch. Cute little critter, huh?
Thought for the Day: Everything has beauty, but not everyone sees it. Confucious
I started this little science project with a Monarch larva (caterpillar) on August 11th, when DP-1 was less than 1/4″ long. It grew to over 1 1/2″ long before it pupated on August 29th.
After ten days in the pupa stage, a magnificent female Monarch butterfly hatched around noon on September 8th. When we opened the container to put it on our finger for pictures it flew away.
She is possibly the fourth generation this season. If so, she is headed for Mexico; no time to pose for pictures.
Thought for the Day: If you can’t be in awe of Mother Nature, something is wrong with you. Alex Trebeck
Hard to Read
I see many faces in this shot. I see a grumpy old man, I see a stone-faced poker player and I see a stern judge listening to the evidence. I see a family patriarch or an elder adviser. Maybe a mind reader.
Frozen, motionless; I couldn’t get a read from its body language and the expression never changed. What do you see?
Thought for the Day: When the eyes say one thing and the tongue another, a practiced man relies on the language of the first. Ralph Waldo Emerson
My current pet project is the butterfly larva I adopted a few weeks ago, named DP-1 (click here). A couple days ago, after growing to approx. 1 1/2″ long, it climbed to the top of it’s new home, gallon jar, and wrapped itself in a protective green shell.
It is now in its final stage, pupa or chrysalis, before emerging as a beautiful Monarch. The pupa is only about 3/4″ long and hanging precariously from the edge of its plastic home. It chose the corner of the jar so good pictures are difficult; the white strands are similar to spider’s silk which it used to attach itself.
In about a week, I will be the expectant father pacing outside the delivery room.
Thought for the Day: Doubt is not a pleasant condition, but certainty is absurd. Voltaire