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Category: Butterflies
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Sitting in the hammock isn't usually considered hazardous duty, but there is no reason to take needless chances. So, out comes the camera and off you go onto the nearest branch. Oh, you don't like that one? Then the second choice - go! (Must be related to cats.) (Might be going to a beach…
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What do we look like to the butterfly – clumsy, mobile trees with no nectar to recommend us? If butterflies only live two weeks or so, and some trees live 300+ years, then the span of one human life must look to the tree the way that the butterfly's life looks to…
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Have you ever listened to someone's life story and thought, this can't be true? How could she have done all of those things in 55 years? Well, wait until you are 60, you realize that – yes – it was all possible and true! The butterfly lives for a very short…
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Two Cardinals calling back and forth to one another in the woods today. It's Springtime again. A friend's Mom goes into Hospice. A nephew's brand new baby girl arrives safely – plump and happy! As you get older, you see it more clearly. (Breathe out. Breathe in.) …
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In the few days that she lives in this garden, this magnificent butterfly gives it her all. Beauty is as beauty does.
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Kite surfers at the end of a cloudy windy day in St. Augustine. From a distance, the kite looks like a giant butterfly. Now that would be interesting… giant gentle things flying among us! St. Augustine Beach, almost Autumn!
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Once upon a time there was a lovely aster. This aster was enjoying the last light of an autumn evening in Baltimore, when suddenly it was surrounded by butterflies. They were the most unusual butterflies that this aster had ever seen, and quite frankly they took her breath away! The End …
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The dance of life. The rhythm of the seasons. Summer winding down.
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What do we look like to the butterfly – clumsy, mobile trees with no nectar to recommend us? If butterflies only live two weeks or so, and some trees live 300+ years, then the span of one human life must look to the tree the way that the butterfly's life looks to us…
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