More Butterflies! So Many Butterflies!

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IMG_3099I shared a single butterfly yesterday, and I know it’s been a photo-heavy week, but I can’t resist sharing more. The Chicago Botanic Garden’s Butterflies & Blooms exhibit — a permanent structure with net walls and a net ceiling — absolutely teems with a wide variety of butterflies. Some of them are the size of small birds, and just as fast or faster.

Not easy to capture.

Plus, my camera battery died, which is a frustrating moment. I need to get back up batteries. Or at least a back up battery. But I had my little camera, and got a few shots with it as well.

I have no idea of any of the species, so feel free to identify if you do!

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I wish I’d gotten some pictures that really gave the sense of the ethereal loveliness of the masses of them flying around, but it was tough to capture.

And now from the little camera:

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Brush with a Butterfly

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IMG_3043I was in the butterfly house at the Chicago Botanic Garden, taking a picture, when this butterfly landed on the hand I was using to hold my lens. I rotated my wrist, slowly.

And there it stayed.

It looked at me and I looked at it. I managed to snap a number of photos as it lingered there, unperturbed, resting on my hand.

I’m not sure why it landed on me. Truth be told, I’d had a rather, well, sweet brunch, and maybe it sensed the sugar that was likely radiating from my pores. Maybe I seemed like a handy (get it?! HANDY?) perch, there in the middle of the path.

I’ll never know.

I’m not good at reading the minds of butterflies. I’m not sure if anyone is. I’m not sure if butterflies have minds. This one certainly looked like it was thinking.

Since they only live about two weeks, that butterfly spent a good chunk of its life on my hand. Like a long vacation to Handsville. Or that time it went to Handia to find itself.

Whichever it was, like any good vacationer, it posed for photos at the tourist attractions and then flew off again for home.

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