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BEES AND BUTTERFLIES

PeacockAs an illustrator I painted many butterflies and my attachment to them is deep. Butterflies represent transformation, which is something that occurred in my life. I also view them as a beautiful metaphor for grief and death. I have mentioned butterflies in song lyrics for this reason. Below are more illustrations of butterflies and a few close-ups.Swallowtail Butterfly-MorphoRed-Tipped Lime Lacewing

Close up Lime
Close up Butterfly-MorphoI also want to share an illustration of a honeybee.

Honey Bee
Honeybee closeup

My blog where I describe my technique with a lot more information is at: 

http://foodartist.wordpress.com

© 2013 by Judy Unger, http://www.myjourneysinsight.com and 20 Lines A Day. Unauthorized use and/or duplication of this material without express and written permission from this blog’s author and/or owner is strictly prohibited. Excerpts and links may be used, provided that full and clear credit is given to Judy Unger with appropriate and specific direction to the original content.


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MONARCH BUTTERFLY ILLUSTRATIONS

Monarch 1I have a strong attachment to butterflies and years ago I created a series of butterfly paintings that were used on notecards. I am sharing only the Monarch butterfly illustrations here and I’ve included my layout and close-ups.

Art director's notes and layout.

Art director’s notes and layout.

This is a male monarch because of the black spot on the lower wings.

This is a male monarch because of the black spot on the lower wings.

My photo reference.

My photo reference. I “rented” this specimen.

Close up of my painting.

Close up of my painting.

Butterfly Notecards front Butterfly Notecards backMy blog where I describe my technique with a lot more information is at: http://foodartist.wordpress.comButterfly notecards

© 2013 by Judy Unger, http://www.myjourneysinsight.com and 20 Lines A Day. Unauthorized use and/or duplication of this material without express and written permission from this blog’s author and/or owner is strictly prohibited. Excerpts and links may be used, provided that full and clear credit is given to Judy Unger with appropriate and specific direction to the original content.


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Butterfly

I’d like to be a butterfly

Though  swiftly their lives do go by

But while they live, they bring a smile

To all who see their carefree style

 

So beautiful they are, you know

While they do flutter to and fro

And every one does still awake

The child within, make no mistake

 

If only I could live that way

As if my last day was today

To simply be, until I’m not

To make the most of what I’ve got

 

Alas, I’m not a butterfly

And sometimes human tears I cry

I’m selfish sometimes, yes it’s true

When circumstances make me blue

 

But God has made me with a plan

Though I don’t always understand

So I’ll just smile and give a sigh

Whene’er I see a butterfly


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LOADED

This is the prettiest Butterfly Bush

It is covered each hour of my day

I would never get much done if I always

came out with camera in hand.

 

So many Butterflies this year

Even ones with wings so battered and bruised

I would be so sad but it doesn’t appear to slow them down.

 

I have maybe thirty  more days till they start to leave

The garden where they safely sit, will be tilled under

and I will trim  the bushes they enjoy and mulch them to help them thrive during our

long winter,  it is all I can do.


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Maggies Blues Sonnet Challenge

http://anexerciseindiscipline.wordpress.com/2012/08/27/how-about-another-challenge-2/

Hi – missed Maggie’s challenge yesterday and am late posting today. Forgot the heroic couplet and then had to add it back, needs work, but here it is.

We thought we’d got our summer here at last,

We thought we’d got our summer here at last,

We thought we’d got our summer, rain was past.

 

We waited for the birds to start to sing,

We waited for the butterflies to wing.

But Winter stretched out longer into spring.

 

Then August came and children left the schools

The holidays began, the heat was cruel,

But summer’s sun with winter had to duel.

 

At first those breezes on our skin felt sweet,

a welcome change from all the scorching heat,

but swiftly, winter had our summer beat.

 

The heat has gone, the days are getting cool.

September looms, that’s autumn, that’s the rule.

The summer’s gone and we are Nature’s fool.

 

We’re not in charge of summer or of rain

For Mother Nature has the bigger brain.


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nutsfortreasure:

Yes Photos are all mine and I do not have Photoshop but would like to see what it could do to HELP my photos

Originally posted on Living and Lovin:

This place is so pretty in the spring.

We are always seeing  something new.

Buds appear to swell up just waiting for

that moment when it will be safe to open.

Mother Nature has played many bad tricks

in the past but this year I will enjoy her

perfection.

First to Bloom is the

Forsythia

Why do I always feel the need to get the camera and take 50+ photos of them?

They bloom each year without fail.   I guess it is because I really no longer enjoy

the cold nasty New England weather as I once did as a child.

I love springtime

I love the birds that grace our yard with their young.

I LOVE baby Hummingbirds

They remind me of all the trouble their parents go through to arrive here and set up a nest and call our yard their

summer place.

What I really like is…

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