“Morph” means change, yet for this family of butterflies it has a different connotation. The Morpho butterflies are so named for their beauty and shape, in reference to Aphrodite. Images of these creatures require patience because when they are visible, they spend most time in the air, rarely settling on a plant long enough to focus and capture (photographically).
This site goes into details of the variety of Morpho butterflies: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Morpho
Blue skies invited me to venture out after last week’s record setting snowstorm. The large clumps of snow clinging to branches were fresh evidence of the day-before’s blizzard conditions. The color blue is used to represent sadness and gloom. For me, nothing is cheerier in January than the brightness of snow against a clear blue sky. A stroll in the crisp air cures cabin fever quickly; after donning multiple layers of attire. No room for SAD (Seasonal Affective Disorder) here! Tip: Hot cocoa goes well with winter’s blue skies.
Beautiful translucent Blue butterfly, copyright 2014 Pamela Breitberg
Cool violet blues, pale greens, back lit by the calm afternoon sun. Soothing tranquility sets the mood as I enter. Silence is a respite, and this Friday afternoon, after several weeks of trying to work patiently through an unrelenting minor health issue while unsuccessfully attend to work like the professional I consider myself, the scene in my garden settles the chaotic voices in my mind.
My False Indigo has risen and bloomed. The smooth oval leaves and small pale flowers manage to remind me of life’s beauty and my multitude of blessings. Life is perspectives and I choose to embrace these grace-filled moments.
For information on the False Indigo, see my “Complimentary Accents…” post of May 30, 2012
My last post showed the warm cast of morning light on my Snowball shrub. In contrast, these images reveal nature’s cool blue cast of early evening light.
The naturalist in me prohibits my manipulating colors captured through the lens in order to present flowers in their most correct coloring. I want to remember the scene as I experienced it. Cool tones kindle my remembrance of the cool tranquility of the gentle 70-degree evening breeze. Our bordering forest provides our garden with a micro habitat eight degrees cooler than surrounding areas.
For more images and information on the Snowball Bush see a previous posting: “Childhood Impression… “, October 2013