Feeling a bit on the melancholy side. So I put on my micro lens and set out. To my yard. Did it get rid of the melancholy? Well, I forgot about it for a bit. Here are the pictures.
|"When that slow-motion, silent explosion of love takes place in me..."|
¸.•*´¨`♥ Vladimir Nabokov
|"Follow your inner moonlight; don't hide the madness."|
¸.•*´¨`♥ Allen Ginsberg
|"I am the owner of the sphere, Of the seven stars and the solar year..."|
¸.•*´¨`♥ Ralph Waldo Emerson, History
|" suspended like a delicate insect within a chrysalis, waiting and waiting."|
¸.•*´¨`♥ Ray Bradbury, The October Country
The last image is of a chrysalis that one of the caterpillars formed in my back yard. There were several caterpillars in the back yard on the Milkweed plants, but this is the only chrysalis I could find. The others could be in a million different places. I'm just lucky to have found this little one. The ridge at the top of the chrysalis is well defined. And the yellow-green dots are iridescent. A brilliant color that actually glows. The moisture that you see on the outside is coming from within. Like it is sweating. Guess it is hard work becoming a butterfly.
These were all hand held photos. Melancholy people don't bother with tripods. Like the honey badgers of photography. We don't give a s**t.