Thursday, February 07, 2008

New Life and Past Life


I took this picture in my backyard.

As the butterfly, that has just emerged from its cocoon, waits for its new wings to unfurl and dry, it rests atop the shell of another creature whose life has long since past.

23 Comments:

Blogger ZILLA said...

Kind of takes your mind off stuff, and puts it on other stuff, doesn't it?

Can't wait for the flutterbies to return.

February 07, 2008 3:26 AM  
Blogger dada said...

Very nice picture. I absolutely love butterflies. Planting the backyard with them in mind and, like zilla, impatiently awaiting their return.

February 07, 2008 4:36 AM  
Blogger fallenmonk said...

One of the nice things about living so far south is that you get the butterflies so much earlier.

February 07, 2008 4:43 AM  
Blogger Distributorcap said...

we often forget how beautiful and great this planet can be ---- and we need to ensure that every generation after us has the same beauty...

February 07, 2008 5:18 AM  
Blogger Sherry said...

just so thought provoking!

February 07, 2008 5:37 AM  
Blogger Walt said...

A very nice Zen Moment.

February 07, 2008 6:13 AM  
Blogger Jazz said...

That is such a cool picture...

February 07, 2008 6:23 AM  
Blogger mommanator said...

POP sounded quite peotic! Thanks
I saw bees & moths flying about yesterday with our warmer temp up here in MD. None I would take pics of LOL

February 07, 2008 6:23 AM  
Blogger Don said...

Its true when they say, "Life goes on..."

February 07, 2008 6:41 AM  
Blogger Randal Graves said...

Very nice picture. Get out and enjoy nature while you still can, everyone.

February 07, 2008 7:24 AM  
Blogger XUP said...

Where the hell do you people live that you have conch shells and butterflies in your backyard in February? My backyard has so much snow, I'd be buried up to my gonads (if I had any)and if I were heavy enough to step through the thick crusty ice layer on top of the snow and if I could actually get to my backyard through the darkness and driving winds and freezing snow pellets beating me in the face. Be gone with your sunny Zen photos

February 07, 2008 7:46 AM  
Blogger robin andrea said...

Nice to see that monarch. We haven't seen any here in California since November. They'll be here soon, along with spring, and everything else. Lovely photo.

February 07, 2008 7:51 AM  
Blogger Mike said...

Hard for me to think about butterflies when there is so much snow on the ground.

But yeah, in a few months I guess we'll be seeing them.

February 07, 2008 8:43 AM  
Blogger dguzman said...

Only six more weeks of winter, folks. Then it's spring-o-rama! I can't wait!

February 07, 2008 11:24 AM  
Blogger Mary Ellen said...

Wow...we won't see butterflies here until May. Very cool pic!

February 07, 2008 11:25 AM  
Blogger Batocchio said...

Lovely. Thanks!

February 07, 2008 1:19 PM  
Anonymous blackdog said...

Don't mean to be too much of a prick, but butterflys emerge from a chrysalis, moths from a cocoon.

And that is a monarch, the one that migrates over a thousand miles to congregate in Mexico in winter.

February 07, 2008 1:24 PM  
Anonymous blackdog said...

And after emerging they unfurl their wings with blood pressure, their vascular system it interesting, a series of concentric muscular rings around a major vessel.

With a brain the size of a pinprick they seem to do better than us.

February 07, 2008 2:05 PM  
Blogger Kahshe Cottager said...

Oh how I would love to have some of your sunshine! How about trading for some snow??? Nice photo!!

February 07, 2008 3:32 PM  
Blogger an average patriot said...

That is a great picture. Butterflies always mean new life too me. That picture really makes you dwell on and contemplate life!

February 07, 2008 3:45 PM  
Blogger DCup said...

I love the symbolism in this picture, PoP. What a great shot!

February 07, 2008 8:14 PM  
Blogger Spartacus said...

Beautiful pic! Beautiful post! Elegant, in fact.

February 07, 2008 8:25 PM  
Blogger Josie said...

Out of death comes life.

February 07, 2008 9:51 PM  

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