This is by far my favorite photo from my outing today at Burgess Falls. Is this an Eastern Tiger Swallowtail (Papilio glaucus)? I’m pretty sure it is; but there are so many butterflies and moths, many quite similar to one another. There were several of these out there today. This one was the most patient and fearless, allowing me a few photos. I’ve missed seeing life and color on my hikes these past couple of months. It’s nice to see everyone coming out of hibernation.
While hiking and climbing up and down that steep hillside of rocks, my thoughts turned to “hope.” What is it? What does hope really mean? I was happily encouraged when I saw the butterflies because to me, butterflies are the perfect symbol of hope. The Monarch butterfly, in particular, somehow manages to migrate “from Mexico to northern USA and southern Canada, a distance of about 4000 to 4800 km (2500–3000 miles).” That’s quite an accomplishment for a creature so delicate and fragile. Also, the butterflies’ metamorphosis from egg to caterpillar to chrysalis and finally, to butterfly bestows hope to the curious observer that change is possible in so many ways. At least, it does for me.
More photos to come this week. I took quite a few today, but I think I’ll only post a few at a time, per day this week to try to get myself back in the habit of posting to my blog more frequently.