Post Format Scales on a Deceased Moth’s Wing Haiku May 26, 2018 12 comments Flying meant a lot in the open air so free Soaring meant a lot Scales on a Moth Wing… Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2018 Share this:ShareTwitterFacebookEmailPinterestRedditLinkedInTumblrLike this:Like Loading...
This would have meant a lot to my late husband. Both he and the moth are completely free. xo
Yes, that is sweet! 🙂
Death is not what we think. To psychologically die every day may be the greatest living and freedom.
Great post and photo Tom.
Thank you, Darren! 🙂 The poetry kind of choked me up a bit (long after it was written).
I love the wonderful macros of scales of moths wings. They are so beautiful and colorful. I have a wonderful book about moths. Wish we had more here, but they get less and less.
Have a nice weekend, Thomas, kind regards Mitza
Yes, i haven’t seen any of the really big moths like i used to, Mitza. You are so right… “they get less and less.” Even though we live in a very rural area, there are less large, wild animals around to see. Most people don’t even notice the difference but it is precariously there, all too clear. I am afraid that our environment is in for a lot of serious trouble.
Hoping your weekend is magical! 🙂
From your lips to God‘s ear ✌️
Yes, but let’s not anthropomorphize it! 🙂
That is beautiful Tom! I love the pattern in it, it looks like an abstract painting!
Jen, although i can be very appreciative of human art, there is nothing quite as beautiful as nature’s own designs. Mother Earth chisels out the very best, hands down! 🙂
Almost like tapestry!