I went to Homer Lake today, armed with my trusty 75-300 lens and a plan to hike around the lake. If I had stopped to listen before I left the house, I probably would have been able to hear the whine of the mosquito hordes from 10 miles away. Luckily for you, dear viewers, I neglected that step, and more surprisingly, I was able to drag my shriveled blood drained carcass out of the Salt Fork bottomlands to bring you these pictures.
We may have our first frost this weekend. Even if we don't, it will freeze soon, and the butterflies will be gone until next year, so today's post is dedicated to the insects I love. Not so much to those that love me. (Mmm, tastes like chicken!)
Some sort of fritillary.( more pictures insideCollapse )