When I came across this big moth, there by the lamp in my workroom, I was so hopeful that it was still alive. Maybe just resting, or napping after a long night of bashing into light fixtures. But alas, no.
Death has arrived for Mr. or Ms. Moth.
But first I had to take a picture. The wavy stripes, the soft texture, the sheen of the wings, the colors you don't ever notice when they are flying around outdoors near the porchlight, all there on display once the creature has died.
No more frantic flying and motion to blur the details.
This insight made me ask myself: "What are you missing by not slowing down to notice?"
R.I.P. Studio Moth, now buried in my rose planter.