Checkered White on mustard flower, Pontia Protodice, Silver Meadows, Santa Rosa Plateau, California. Okay, I gave another shot at identifying butterflies. This is my best guess anyhow.
I was standing in a field of rye grass. You could hear the rustling as the wind gently rippled through the dry, seed-laden stalks. Butterflies of myriad colors would flutter by, landing periodically to gather nectar from the flowers or to rest upon the grass. Peaceful huh?
So imagine me with this big old 500mm lens, just snapping pictures of these butterflies as fast as I could "will them" to land on something! I was having fun. There were a lot of blurry pictures as the wind seemed to sway just about everything. Of course, the wind might be the reason why some of them landed in the first place so there's a silver lining on every cloud.
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Seems you‘ve had a delightful walk.
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