Walking along a country road with my husband Alan and my dog Lana in Gardiner New York one hot summer day
in July, I saw a dead butterfly on the side of the road, and I left it
there.
I thought maybe it wasn’t really
dead, but when I came back, it was still there and quite
dead.
I picked it up carefully and took
it home.
I put it in a plastic container
with a damp paper towel for 24 hours.
Then I was able to manipulate it enough to pin it so I could see its
structure.
It was my first time pinning
a butterfly myself, and I didn’t do everything right, so I lost some of the
scales, but I was careful enough that I could identify it as the Eastern Comma,
Polygonia comma from the family
Nymphalidae.
I stared at it for a while
and realizing how important drawing is to looking and to knowing, I decided to
draw it.
It had faded so I needed to
check through my butterfly books to get the colors of the tiny butterfly with
the 1 ¼” wingspan.
Little did I know
then that it would become part of the banner of my blog.
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