All shot in and around the very busy plaza above the neighborhood subway station.
A pretty moth
All shot in and around the very busy plaza above the neighborhood subway station.
A pretty moth
In some cultures moths traditionally have been associated with death. Perhaps because of their often ominously dark coloring and nocturnal ways, so different from their delightful diurnal counterparts the butterflies, or perhaps because of their fatal attraction to flames. In any case, I know I found them repellent in an almost instinctive way when I was a child. So, not so surprisingly, I found this moth resting by a clock to be a worthy focus of rumination on mortality.
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sitting on the men's room mirror in the building the local McDonald's shares with other shops. It was so large and pretty that at first I actually took it for a paper cutout rather than a real insect. The place was empty at the time I spotted it, so I took out my phone and got ready to photograph it. Just as I was ready to shoot a couple of guys walked in, and even though I was careful to make a show of pointing away from their direction, they still kept glancing back at me suspiciously. I guess I can't blame them.
I wasn't too sure whether this was a butterfly or a moth. I rather suspected the latter, owing to the rounded shape of the wings and fairly stubby-looking body (it has ever been my -- probably groundless -- prejudice that butterflies have pointier wings and sleek, slender bodies). But a quick online search disclosed the fact that moths have feathery antennae whereas butterflies have smooth ones, which this specimen has. So butterfly it is.
Sounds like an Aesop fable, doesn't it😊 Actually, there's some work going on in the building, so the staff have put up hard plastic sheeting in the elevator to protect the walls from all the equipment and material being ferried. Then I noticed this cicada
under the plastic. I wanted to free it, dead or alive, but to my surprise I could not find any openings or gaps anywhere through which it could have entered. How the cicada managed to get itself trapped in there is a small mystery. Days later, it's still there. Then, yesterday I got on the elevator and on the side opposite the cicada there was this very pretty moth