Butterfly shot hand-held with 15mm macro extension tube on 70mm lens with my canon 550d (T2i). By the river.
The butterfly donned white hearts on its black lace wings:
One for every cocoon-dream fulfilled in the Spring.
Just something random inspired by jac's photogra...
This was taken on my iphone while out walking at the weekend. It turned out better than I could have possibly imagined, so I thought I'd share it on here! :)
From a painting I did...just multiplied the little guys and messed with colors to create a swarm of lovely monarchs. I thought it could be used in the creation myth illustrations somehow
Taken at the American Museum of Natural History, 3/11/2011. Digital. I was playing with settings and I was rather pleased with the end result.
Would love to see what people can do with it!
I took my children to the butterfly farm near where we live today. So incredible! We've been lots of times before but today was the first time I managed to see a butterfly ACTUALLY EMERGING!
Inspired by a beautiful story about love birth, I create an image of Aphrodite bleeding... a blood drop that caused the whole story )
I realized I messed up when I finished drawing the butterfly, because I love drawing butterflies and that´s where I started to read (re-read) later that the teacher was syppoused to be another insect and the butterfly another student. Anyway, I may give it another shot tomorrow. Also I´m not sure my interpretation of pillar is correct, i searched to be sure...
I did this painting to represent doors opening and closing. It was an idea I had a couple of years ago. The title was inspired by a line in the Moby song "Why does my heart feel so bad".... It fits because with death or change, often comes great sadness. But doors do open again, and life does carry on.
I painted her in black and white to represent the life gone, a closed door, with the wind blowing as the the butterfly flies away. And the butterfly itself represents life going on, pain leaving, new beginnings, opening doors.
It's a very personal piece, so I hope you can relate to it, and I hope you like it. xx
Torn is an semi-abstract take on a new hevn. Instead of creating a literal translation of the piece, I focused on the emotional aspect of it. Specifically the strife and turmoil that comes out during the quarrel between hevn and urth: from lines:
"i'm scared our stories roar too loud and cause us to forget that we were just playing pretend now all is stuck and set!
"i'm scared our stories roar too loud
and cause us to forget
that we were just playing pretend
now all is stuck and set!
to the lines
i have no darker aim than that
my friend, I fear remorse
when a long and lonely age from now
you’ll see we ran off course”
Furthermore instead of capturing hevn and urths emotions, I decided to represent the impact of their actions on an unknowing bystander i.e. the butterfly by tearing it apart. The butterfly is symbolic and can represent anything you wish it to be either inside the world of the poem and/or outside of it (i.e. reader).
When I went out to walk my dog, I saw a butterfly fluttering around the front of the house. Since it was still there when I got back from the walk, I took a few pictures of it. :)
I have an 11/11/11 11:11 magic butterfly.
I didn’t know it was a magic butterfly at first, I just thought it was a nice little origami thing included in the package wirrow sent me. Stella enjoyed looking at it for the bright colors and that was that.
Then tonight shortly before 11:11 PM on 11/11/11 I was browsing hitRECord as Seth and Stella snoozed on the couch next to me. As most of you have been experiencing, the Activity Dashboard is only showing a fraction of the RECommends and REmarks on RECords so I haven’t even really been looking at it. But I happened to click it and one of the REmarks that made it through (this is already 11/11/11 magic since THIS particular remark was one of the few to show up) was from wirrow about my RECord of Stella opening her gift from him. He apologized for my “mum’s butterfly” being squished. o_O
I hadn’t realized it even WAS a butterfly, let alone for my mom. I know I posted it on tumblr and I don’t know if wirrow saw that post or if this was a total coincidence but butterflies were special to my mom and she always thought they were a way relatives and friends who had passed on communicated with us. She has already used them several times to let me know she’s near. And aside from just being a butterfly —- it’s her two favorite colors of yellow and orange. Magic.
I made a few wishes at 11/11/11 11:11 AM. One was for my mom to be able to be with me and meet Stella, even though I know it couldn’t come true. But it came as close to true as possible. Right before 11/11/11 11:11 PM I got this STRONG sign that she was there. I realized I had a magic butterfly.
Thanks mom. (and wirrow:)
2011 - 2012. It is not completely symmetrical due to the fact I did this piece my hand and used a ruler rarely. I used a felt tip pen on paper in one of my journals.
This is one of my summer shots. I couldn't put them here coz my flash drive wasn't with me. And now,when autumn is here I show you those shots)))
This is from a series I did based on women eating various objects to make them feel various stages of love. This one reflects Lust, as she eats butterflies she feels flutters in her stomach for someone.
Materials: Stone life casts, lace, paint, butterflies, wood panel with lace.
Unedited footage of a huge butterfly fluttering around at the Notebaert Nature Museum. Thought it could be useful.
An illustration for Independence, based on my idea that the caterpillar experiences the greatest form of independence. The caterpillar is stuck to the ground, the trees, the plants...when it transforms and emerges from its coccoon it is free to go wherever it wants.
Watercolour, ink and Photoshop CS4
I hope Soupy and chelsalea like this remix I did! :-) Thanks!
If you like this piece check out the similar, but different Madame Butterfly Geisha here:
Taken at the Vancouver Aquarium.
Taken on Friday near my dorm. There were a bunch of them there and they didn't seem to mind me getting up close to them so I snapped as many pictures as I could.
I rendered 500 frames for the flapping so it looks like it is flapping in slow motion, which can be sped up to look like it's flapping at it's normal rate.
MOV with transparent background
1280 x 720 - 25fps - 200MB
Trying to capture a butterfly with my Canon 60D and a 50mm 1.4 lens for shallow depth of field - not such a good idea with something that moves so fast.
Feel free to cut and layer and edit to your hearts content. :)
If I recall only a girl crying
on the red bridge,
face adopted by stitches,
pockets leaden with disorders.
Love motels where she nursed departure
from the walls.
There must be girls all over the world
mothering our distance like that.
Missoula. Kaohsiung. Cassiopeia
mouthing a new idiom,
torrential from her seat.
Where I am fascinated by a fever
& the sky begs for raw birds
as I hack its eyes out.
Augur of incarnate moons:
wink now, motherfucker,
which is suppression for,
I want to go on
without the mind’s convenience
If you recall only blood
inside which music plays.
Names of furnaces,
jealousies. Drunks & other dancers.
I want the years since to let go
their lipless curse.
I want the night
to cast a lesser art.
“There must be girls all over / the world listening into the distance / like that" —Greg Pape, In the City of Bogotá; "Night after night / the drunks and dancers / hold still / in the ruined walls" —Greg Pape, October
I took this in the summer and ever since I've read about the radioactive butterflies it just makes me sick to my stomach to think we could have disturbed nature so much. :/
In my family, it is believed that the spirits of our departed come back to visit us as butterflies. Recently, we lost someone very near and dear to us all. Two weeks later, as we were doing a bit of hiking to our annual camping trip's campsite, a butterfly came to my mother for a visit.
My originaly concept was a text only tiny story.
"You make my heart flutter," said the butterfly. "You give me butterflies," replied the heart.
This is my feeble attempt to illustrate my idea. Please feel free to take the concept and do a much better job at bringing it to life.
I found this guy on the side of the road in Illinois in 1999 when I was 19. I was hitch hiking across the US :)
This photo was taken in a butterfly garden in Bohol, Philippines. I'm staying here in Manila for about three weeks (: love the Philippines, especially because of the many photo opportunities here!
i love how some look gold-coated
is it strange that i really like this photo? it already had a vintagey feel to it before i edited it a bit.
this was taken at a butterfly garden in Bohol, Philippines.
According to the Mayan Calender December 21,2012 is the end of the world. Well, I think we survived YAY! I added text to MarisaAnn's positive illustration of the end of the world.
- I have new socks, lookey here!
Black and white stripes to match my yellow wings.
- I've seen better, I fear.
Never have I seen as tight things.
- I won't mind they fit me just fine.
- Are you blind?
I'd never wear such if they were mine.
- They're not yours to wear so leave me be.
- Fly away I won't care,
if you're not willing to see.
The black is was and always will be the new black.
That's just why
Well, this is my first record, little work. resources from gyllenmaya-1170642. loved the butterflies.