The mere thought—a museum facility for butterflies?—tickles the imagination. Especially so in the depths of January, the dark season of grudging light, offering back mere seconds daily toward the far-off abundance of spring.
But here it is, just blocks from my home, tucked in among the boundless trees, a wintry oasis of heat and humidity and the seemingly aimless flapping of wings, their bearers zigging and zagging through the weighty air, all sublime brilliance and self-possession, a purity of jazz in flight, never missing a beat…
Lift me up so high/Watch me fly away/Would you give me life/Like a butterfly?
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Drew, your butterfly photos are remarkably beautiful. But then again a butterfly colors are easy on the eyes. Once at the Houston Museum of Natural Science in its Rain Forest exhibit, one filled with exotic birds, plants and a four-story waterfall, there was a child in a wheel chair who marveled and laughed when several of them alighted on his arms and head. It’s a monarch moment I will never forget.
You’re right, Robert—it’s hard to go wrong with butterflies, blazing orange sunsets, puppy closeups and the like. My only advantage here was being tall enough to stretch up and snag a few of these guys in the upper reaches, especially valuable given the lack of an effective zoom on my iPhone! (My only complaint about its otherwise quite remarkable capabilities….)
Also wanted to salute that “monarch moment” you cited. Unforgettable indeed—in all the best ways.
Love this place and so did my mother – I need to get back there!
Let’s make a date, Marilyn! We’re thinking to become Museum members so we can walk on up and through there regularly. Was hoping that would allow for some relationship building with some of these winged friends, but given that they live anywhere from a few days, generally up to a month, and in some cases, up to nine months, that might be challenging. O, fragile & fleeting & beautiful life!!
Beautiful, Drew. What a fantastic wine tee find!
Thank you for starting my day off with such beauty and joy! I don’t know if I like the photos or the sayings better…….how wonderful to have both.
Very happy to have a hand in launching your day, Kathy! Thanks for letting me know.
Andrew, fabulous photos and nice words of wisdom. I was reminded of the entomological version of Ali’s phrase while looking at the photos……” Float like a lepidoptera sting like a hymenoptera”
Andrew, that song was beautiful!!! Thank you. And thanks for the reminder about the butterfly house!! Maybe I’ll go tomorrow.
See, Bruce: That just shows the difference between the poet Ali was and those right-brain scientists with their fancy scientific terms! (And are bees really “hymenoptera?” My oh my…)
Harriet, that sounds like a capital idea. (Visiting once a week sounds about right, actually..) Also: there’s a pack of I think eight red wolves, six of whom are leaving this very Sunday. Nice compound, close views of them bouncing around. I know there are many issues around keeping wild animals for our awe and amusement, but did see a sobering statistic in the exhibit: wild wolves average lifespan some five to seven years, in captivity, two to three times that. Wow…
And glad you liked the song, I did, too. Had never heard of her before, but she is a very big deal in the UK.
Thank you the trip to the tropics in mid January. What a treat!
The pictures are spectacular, and my favorite quote the one from Frost. Butterflies are indeed like flying flowers…great imagery!
I really love that image too, Karen, and unlike a lot of other things that slip away from me these days, I think I will remember it whenever I do come across these babies in the future. The power of the perfect poetic image!