pogo, coffee and me

with a bit of cinnamon and cream



Lost, we seek a map

to our existence;

meaning to our meaningless lives

fragile wings

battered in life’s transience

buffeted by stormy winds.


November 3, 2007 - Posted by | collective stock agency, insects, macro, nature, summer


  1. Beautiful!

    Comment by kmcdade | November 5, 2007 | Reply

  2. thank-you. this particular butterfly changes its colors and patterns over the span of its life and can be very confusing for that reason. It also has a wide range of variants so that some are very orangish with black markings almost like a comma and others can imitate admirals.e

    Comment by pogomcl | November 5, 2007 | Reply

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