fallen flower I see
return to its branch
This is Arakida Moritake’s famous take on butterflies from 16th century Japan..flying flowers, fallen blossoms that return to the bough. As I have said before in these pages, butterflies and their carefree flight seem to me to represent all that is lovely in life. There’s nothing I love to see more in the forests and on the mountains, and, while they are present thru a considerable part of the year, Summer is clearly the season in which these apparently whimsical, fluttering wonders are most readily observed.
Now if watching butterflies in action can be an enormous pleasure, photographing them – at least with the rudimentary optical material at my disposal – is serious work, requiring dedication and patience..some might even opine that it’s closer to pain than pleasure. The results however can sometimes make it seem worthwhile. Here are a few snaps of local lepidopterans – from Fuenfría and Cotos – taken this July..