“Would it really happen?” I kept asking myself. “Will I know it if I see it?” They said it would not be particularly dramatic if it happens – our latitude is too low; it would only be a glow on the horizon.
“Would it really happen?” I kept asking myself. “Will I know it if I see it?” They said it would not be particularly dramatic if it happens – our latitude is too low; it would only be a glow on the horizon.
Making it appear even more menacing, as if its five inch length wasn’t sufficient, was a large, black horn on its tail that gained it the informal appellation of “the hornworm from Hell.”
Sandwiched among other useful guidebooks to the flora and fauna of the area was found a copy of The Swift Guide to the Butterflies of Mexico and Central America.
After a solid week of some of the most intense photographic training and practice I have ever experienced in my life, I now lo longer find digiscoping an inapplicable technique for butterflies.