It the midst of a hot afternoon, I donned my macro gear and went to search my yard. I could find little and assumed the insects were holed up as I had been. At the almost giving up point, I found this woody looking moth holed up behind a planter. I slowly moved the planter to give me an area to work. He seemed a little dazed by the heat and laid there still frozen by the heat. His wingspan was 3 – 3 1/2 inches and his body was just about the size of my pinky finger.
He stayed stationary while I focused on him from various angles. He remained there most of the afternoon and when I checked at bedtime, he had gone to chase his flame.
“Between our birth and death we may touch understanding, As a moth brushes a window with its wing” Christopher Fry- English writer 1907 -2005
Rest until you are drawn to your flame! ††† en theos ††† jim work