Photos on the journey #372

I found this dried carcass of a caterpillar near my front porch this morning. I was just held captive by wanting to know what had kept it from growing into a chrysalis and completing it’s metamorphoses to a butterfly. Had it gotten scared of change (I can relate), did it fall victim to the sudden cold?

I also harbored some guilt in the “if” that the pesticides we had used to rid our home of roaches, somehow contribute to his demise. I found it a little paradoxical feeling guilty of possibly having stopped his morph into a butterfly when I throw up all kinds of roadblocks to my own change.

I just finished reading Sue Monk Kidd’s fine read When the Heart Waits.  I was very moved by the book and at long last feel in close proximity to “soulmaking.”

On my way to my studio to make an obit photo of the caterpillar, I came across a Monarch  butterfly working the Lantana to nourish his southerly trek. I almost breezed past the moral of the story. As I slowed and truly looked at this Monarch, he was one war torn warrior.

I know that butterflies are not a real man thing, but this old fellow was for sure a man’s butterfly. I was reminded of the old saying:

Life is not a journey to the grave

With the intention of

Arriving safely in a pretty

And well preserved body,

But rather to skid in broadside,

Thoroughly used up,
Totally worn out,

And loudly proclaiming,

WOW !!!! What a ride!

This butterfly wore the look of WOW!!! What a ride.

So which do you choose, dying a fat worm who never became what God intended or would you rather skid in as the creature that lived life to the full and became all that Abba planned?

Photo of Da Day @ Da Pine #363

Don’t think of me being lazy, posting the same subject again. We are starting our West TX sports photography “circuit” getting the football, volleyball & cheerleaders all photographed.  I am peddling as fast as I can to stay up with it all. Lots of images to process and get off to Millers. Blessed to have the income, but I certainly have a love-hate thing for my day job. Nature of that beast I guess.

The bugs, blooms, birds and creatures are a lot of fun, but not a one of them has handed me an photo-envelope with $$$$$ inside. None the less, my heart is hooked into Abba’s great work & beauty.

Find pleasure in what you do on your journey†††††nada te turbe†††††jim

Photo of Da Day @ Da Pine #362

I found this guy while on our morning walk. He (?) was a  nibbling away on a scant little weed. I brought him along with his breakfast back home and put him in a little light box and lit him up.

As I was photographing and studying his movement, I tried to let him know of the impending changes that were going to come. How he was going to wake up one morning and wonder where his old body was and that he could now fly and no longer have to crawl. I wanted to warn him, just as everyone had tried to tell me. Just like me, I don’t think he listened!!!!

What metamorphosis are coming on your journey†††††††††nada te turbe††††††††††jim