I have set myself new writing targets for September; stepping back from the WIP and concentrating on improving my photography has helped me to regain enthusiasm for finishing the novel. A huge ” thank-you” to everyone who has liked and/or left kind comments in response to the photographic posts as the positive feedback really helped to keep depression at bay. These are the last butterfly shots for 2013.
I took the photo of the Small Copper butterfly last week on the marjoram that has been covered in bees and butterflies all summer
Yesterday some Speckled Wood butterflies were flying in a small group along the edge of a belt of trees; they completely ignored me
This one was darker than the others; it looks a bit moth-eaten!
I couldn’t get a clear shot of the underside; this was the best effort
I don’t know anything about identifying grasshoppers but this little creature appeared in front of me on a reed
I knew I had a good shot but I waited to see if I could capture the face
Afraid that it was disappearing I snatched that picture too quickly without getting the focus right but, a moment later, the hopper reappeared from the far side of the reed and I had my shot of the day
I had a telephoto lens on the camera as I was trying to capture a shot of a strangely exotic-looking bird (focus failure!) but when this dragonfly landed next to me I stepped back about 5 feet and took the photo below. I think it looks like a picture of a plastic toy, reminiscent of childhood purchases from Woolworths. The reflective quality of the wings almost certainly means that this is a recently hatched dragonfly (female teneral common darter??)
I walked to the house, switched the lens, and went back out not really expecting the dragonfly to still be around so I was delighted to find it in the same spot. This is the first time I have managed to take a series of shots of the same one; I think I may have reached my zenith where dragonflies are concerned so these will be the last photographs of them on my blog this year.
It’s amazing what flies by when you sit quietly!
Suddenly out of nowhere, with no time to change the camera lens, this appeared
This is the last Vulcan bomber still flying in the UK and I have no idea where it was coming from or going to. I hope that one day there will be no need for any bombers but, flying quite low almost overhead on a quiet Sunday afternoon in an otherwise empty sky, this one knocked my socks off.
I went back to watch the last hour of harvesting those oats (see August 13 – oats and ladybirds.) There was a glorious sunset and a pale harvest moon rising over the hills. Earlier on I spotted a brown argus butterfly; although the wings are brown a soft blue sheen sometimes shows up and you can see it on the front raised wing.
Clouds were coming in fast to the west but to the east, across the Chilterns, the moon was rising in a cloudless sky.
All photographs copyright Lynne Revette Butler
I did some work by the wild garden pond this afternoon; the sun came out and with it came some dragonflies. I always keep a camera nearby and first I took this blurry shot
closely followed by this blurry shot
Just as I concluded I had discovered the world’s first jet-propelled dragonfly I heard a scratchy sound in the reeds at my feet; when I looked down there was this beautiful creature perched on my boot
I had a tiny gap in the reeds to film through; the focus on the shot is not great and the wings are not complete but I will treasure this picture as if it were a masterpiece.
I have seen a below-average number of ladybirds in my garden this summer but this morning, while walking along a footpath that crosses a field full of nearly-ripe oats, I was delighted to see dozens of them. The view is towards the Chilterns.
This spring the martins arrived in 2 distinct groups several weeks apart; now, whilst some are still feeding young in their nests others have started displaying the behaviour patterns of birds who are preparing to leave. During the past few days at least a hundred of them have occupied the airspace above and around my home and I have taken dozens of photographs on “burst” mode in an attempt to capture their manic activity. These are not high quality photographs so please do not judge them as individual compositions but rather look at them as a series of snapshots portraying a feathered community.
All photographs are copyright Lynne Revette Butler
Where have all the words gone? I know the answer to that question. The ones from my first attempt at a novel are in intensive care.
They haven’t responded well to their surgery and are languishing in disarray.
All the new words in my “inspirational thoughts” journal are sulking like recalcitrant teenagers behind their comfy Moleskine jacket. Nothing will tempt them outside.
think hope “normal service” will be resumed soon but, just for the moment, the photographs will have to suffice.