#dingy skipper

[snototter]

A dingy skipper (Erynnis tages) in The Burren, Ireland

by Charles Sharp

#dingy skipper #butterflies and moths #erynnis tages #erynnis #hesperiidae #lepidoptera #insecta #arthropoda #wildlife: ireland #wildlife: europe

[dansnaturepictures]

Speedwell, views, Marsh Fritillary, my first electric Adonis Blue of the year one of my favourite butterflies and Starling and young on another look at Magdalen Hill 25/05/2024.

Kestrels mobbing Red Kite which was memorable to see, Yellowhammer, Whitethroat, Buzzard, Brimstone, Dingy Skipper, lots of Small Heaths, Small Blue, Swollen-thighed beetle, Garden Chafer beetle, my first Common Carpet moth, hedgerow crane's-bill and horseshoe vetch of the year, Broad-bodied Chaser, sainfoin, herb-Robert and young Goldfinches and House Sparrow enjoyed at home were other highlights today.

#adonis blue #starling #marsh fritillary #whitethroat #buzzard #red kite #kestrel #dingy skipper #small blue #birdwatching #butterflies #2024 #bank holiday #may #magdalen hill down #magdalen hill #winchester #hampshire #england #uk #world #earth #europe

[posies]

oh and i realized this one booth at an antique store i visit once in a while seems to get vintage barbies fairly regularly and only sells them for like.... $10 max. i really should check there more often, i really want some of barbie's friends from the mod era

#i almost grabbed malibu skipper for $4 the other day but i passed bc i'm more into the slightly older skippers #they also had 60s ken for $10 that time but he was kinda dingy and i'm not really into male dolls so i passed on that too LOL #vivi.txt

[trashpandaart3000]

Burnt-tip Orchids with Dingy Skipper on Martin Down NNR, Hampshire, UK

photograph by Marion Nesbitt

#orchida #flowers #plants #nature

[pogomcl]

Dingy Skipper, Erynnis tages Canon 400D EF 100 2.8 f/5.6 1/320 iso: 400 Srbsko, Czech Republic 5/23/2010

#Skippers #Hesperidae #Lepidoptera #Butterflies #SaveButterfles #insects #invertebrates #macro #grasslands #insectphotography #macrophotography #insect #canon #savebutterflies

[smittyw]

continuation of my series on flower fairies! learn about butterfly species and their host plants through gay little whimsical creatures :-)

featured here are: dingy skipper (bird’s-foot trefoil), eastern tailed-blue (sweet clover), and forest mother of pearl (asystasia)!

part 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7

#butterfly fairies #fairy art #fantasy art #character design #illustration #bugs #butterflies #no id #well i just realized i posted these out of order so now i have to redo my links bless this mess

[skymaiden32]

Mariana Trench

Fandom: Stingray

Tagging: @dragonoffantasyandreality @thundergeek59 @janetm74 @katblu42 @liseylou @amistrio @uniwolfcorn (Please ask if you would like to be alerted when I update or write new stories)

>:3

Chapter 1 | Chapter 2: Tragedy of Lemoy | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 | Chapter 5 | Chapter 6 | Chapter 7 | Chapter 8 | Chapter 9

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The Island of Lemoy had a reputation of being dingy, damp and cold. Today was no different. Rain buffeted against the windows of the submarine as it lead the other WASP and World Navy vessels that were ready in case anything happened. This was supposed to be a day of peace, but although everyone hoped Titan wouldn’t try anything, they were also realists. They wanted some way to fight back, if need be. 

Phones shot his friend in the seat next to him a worried look. Troy looked awful. He hadn’t slept a wink last night, and had spent practically the entire morning before setting off trying to change Commander Shore’s mind. He came close a few times, but Shore was as stubborn as they came. So here they were… 

Troy sighed in resignation as they made their final approach onto the island’s shores, where a group of Aquaphibians stood shoulder to shoulder. President Younger and Commander Shore were already on their way out of the sub when Phones grabbed a fistful of his best friend’s uniform, causing the Captain to look back. “You sure you don’t want me there with you?”

Despite the tiredness and anxiety that Troy radiated, he offered Phones a small smile. “Don’t you worry about me. I can handle myself.”

“Yeah, but…”

“Phones.” Troy warned. “Don’t make me order you to stay behind. If anything happens, I want you to grab the President and Commander, and get yourselves out.” Phones gave him a pleading look. “Promise?”

The Lieutenant hesitated, but ultimately nodded. “Promise… What about you, though? Should we wait for you?”

“Absolutely not.” Troy shook his head. “One way or another, Titan’s campaign against the land will end today…” His gaze darkened, and Phones’ eyes fell on Troy’s left boot, where he always kept a small pistol just in case. Commander Shore had ordered all weapons be left behind. This was the first time Phones could recall Troy outright disobeying a direct order from their commanding officer, and he shuddered inwardly, outwardly keeping a straight face. “I’ll catch up…”

“And… What if you don’t, Troy?” Phones didn’t want to think about what would happen in that scenario…

“Then…” It was clear that Troy didn’t want to either. “Then you follow the protocol. Tell the others that I’m sorry. Tell Atlanta I love her, and give her the biggest hug for me. And…” Phones was surprised when Troy pulled him into a hug. He returned the embrace tentatively. “Make sure you kick Titan into the Sun.”

Phones chuckled. “You betcha, skipper…”

“Tempest! Sheridan!” Shore’s voice echoed through the submarine. “Quit your yapping! It’s time to go!”

The two friends separated and headed out of the cockpit, where the Commander was waiting for them. Phones watched as they left the safety of Stingray from the deck, barely hiding a grimace when the wall of Aquaphibians slid aside, revealing their ruler. Titan stepped forward, and Phones sighed as he listened to the somewhat awkward exchange between the King and the Captain.

“President Younger, Commander Shore, Captain Tempest.” Titan nodded cordially enough to each of them, but his eyes were narrowed. Troy was certain he was planning something.

“King Titan…” Troy returned the greeting, deadpanning despite the chills he was feeling all over his body.

President Younger cleared his throat. “Shall we?” The three other men nodded, making their way to where they would be signing the treaty. Troy frowned. The further away they got from Stingray, the less confident he felt about this, not that he felt great about it to begin with…

Titan hummed. “King Aphony and Princess Marina aren’t coming?” 

Troy bristled at Titan’s mention of the Pacifican Royal Family, but managed to keep his biting remark to himself when Shore gave him a stern look, instead replying with a neutral tone. “No, they aren’t. Marina has valid reservations, as does Aphony.”

“Oh?” Titan gave him a sly grin, before nodding, seemingly understanding. “I wasn’t expecting them to agree. Their concerns are valid after everything that’s happened between our kingdoms. But I’m sure that one day, they’ll change their minds…”

“I’m sure…” Commander Shore spoke. He seemed to have as many concerns about this as Troy did now, his highly attuned sixth sense picking up on something, but there was no going back anymore…

They finally arrived at the podium where the Treaty would be waiting for them. Troy wasn’t surprised when they realised there was no such paper on the stand. The Captain whipped round to where Titan stood, only to find the tyrant was right in his face. Titan tutted. “Tempest, Tempest, Tempest… You of all people should know better than to believe I would give up…”

Troy scoffed, subtly reaching for the pistol he’d hidden in his boot. “You really think I didn’t know you had a trick up your sleeve?” The pistol was out of the footwear and in his hand in a second, pointed right at Titan’s chest.

Titan raised his eyebrow, unphased. Dozens of Aquaphibian guards surrounded the two enemies, cutting the Commander and the President off from reaching them. “And you didn’t think I’d be able to counter whatever petty resistance you’d try to put up?” The King snapped his fingers, and before Troy could react, his gun was knocked out his hand and he was grabbed and subdued from behind.

“Troy!” Commander Shore’s voice was the last thing he heard before everything went dark.

Titan stepped ahead of the guards to face the Commander. Shore’s face was full of thunder, and could burn through the strongest metal in the world. “Let me give you a word of advice, Commander.” President Younger didn’t miss the way Titan spat out his companion’s title. “Run. Call off your troops.” If at all possible, Shore’s frown deepened. “Because I have plans for Captain Tempest here, and it would be such a shame to change those plans just because you refused to admit defeat…”

Shore growled, but ultimately turned around in defeat, realising the underlying threat to Troy’s life if he didn’t comply, and began to make his way back to Stingray. Younger trailed behind, unable to comprehend what had happened just yet. Before they were out of earshot, however, Shore looked behind at Titan, who stood smugly in front of his troops. Troy’s unconcious body dangled from Agent X20’s shoulder, who was struggling to keep a hold of the Captain. “WASP will strike back, you miserable excuse of a fish! We will get him back! That’s a promise!”

“I’d like to see you try…” Titan smirked. After he was sure the two men had gotten far enough away, he pointed at them, and spoke in a low tone to his men. “After them. Make sure they don’t follow us.” Aquaphibians sped past their King, more than ready to kill the two humans if given the order.

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Phones had watched on in horror from the relative safety of Stingray’s deck as the Aquaphibians surrounded and knocked out his friend. Now, he was running to meet his Commander and the President, who looked both furious and haunted. Phones grimaced. “We can’t just leave Troy to those… those sharks! We have to get him back! Now!” He skidded to a halt in front of them. Shore gave him a look.

“I know.” He sighed. “But we may not have a choice Lieutenant…”

“Wha-” Phones couldn’t believe what he was hearing. Shore couldn’t be leaving Troy. He just couldn’t! “What do you mean?!”

“Titan said he has plans for Troy.” Shore explained, realising he was on thin ice with Stingray’s Lieutenant. “If we don’t leave now, he said he’d have to,” Shore hesitated, “change those plans…”

“You mean, he’d kill Troy if we pursue?” Phones’ blood froze.

“I’d say that’s a guarantee…” Shore grimaced.

 “So…” The President spoke up. “If we leave, your Captain would at least be alive? Regardless of what Titan has planned?”

The Commander sighed. “That’s what I’m hoping. He hasn’t exactly proven himself honest today…” They were interrupted by the sound of footsteps, spinning to see the Aquaphibians gaining on them. “But we don’t have any other choice than to trust Troy won’t be killed…”

The trio raced back to Stingray. Shore frowned when he saw how many WASP operatives were out of their subs, wanting so badly to fight back and help their captured colleague. Shore’s heart broke as he gave the order to retreat, and the submarine fleet headed home in disgrace, everyone feeling hopeless to rescue one of their own…

#stingray #stingray 1964 #stingray fanfiction #thunderfam #troy tempest #george lee 'phones' sheridan #commander sam shore #world president younger #king titan #surface agent x20 #sky writes stuff #tw: kidnapping #all those in favour of stabbing titan say aye

[irguardian]

YSF sailors winners at Florida East Coast Regatta

news release Youth Sailing Foundation’s Nick LaRochelle (11) and David Ratanu (10) took 1st and 2nd respectively in the 8-foot Optimist Silver class at the Florida East Coast Series Regatta #2. Competing in the larger 14 foot 420 two person racing dingy, skipper Edee Steinkamp (15) and crew Luke Franco (17) raced to a 3rd place finish. Skipper Mikey Ladd (15) and crew Jimmie Collins (15) sailed…

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[ashfordps]

The increasingly rare Dingy Skipper at the bonsai bank. It’s important that all these natural habitats are conserved for photographers and everyone else to enjoy. Credit: Chris Longley #dingyskipper #ukbutterflies #ashfordphotographer #kentphotographer https://www.instagram.com/p/CfHZ5AfMuzX/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

#dingyskipper #ukbutterflies #ashfordphotographer #kentphotographer

[myrachidh]

Mediterranean Skipper Butterfly ~ Commonly known as the Dingy Swift ~ Gegenes nostrodamus Fabricius ~ Light Pigmy Skipper ~ Hespérie du riz ~ Maadi ~ Cairo, Egypt #MediterraneanSkipper #Butterfly #DingySwift #Gegenes #Gegenesnostrodamus #LightPigmy #Skipper #Hespérie #Hespérieduriz #Maadi #Cairo #Egypt Entomology #insectsofinstagram #insects #macros ~ https://www.flickr.com/photos/rachidh/albums (at MaAdi, cairo , Egypt) https://www.instagram.com/p/CV3kDOpqv7j/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

#mediterraneanskipper #butterfly #dingyswift #gegenes #gegenesnostrodamus #lightpigmy #skipper #hespérie #hespérieduriz #maadi #cairo #egypt #insectsofinstagram #insects #macros

[alexmfink]

Prior to getting my own button maker, my friend @pinkgabbercat offered to print some for me- this is what I came up with!

I love making buttons. Being able to make your own means you don’t need to print a ton of one design. This gives us more freedom to experiment!

If you are interested in these buttons they are available here!

#brown bat #bat #little brown bat #june beetle #hamster #dwarf hamster #dingy skipper #sweetbay silkmoth #silkmoth #moth #toad #american toad #entomology #herping #2020 #button

[pictures-and-things-321]

I went along to a guided walk at Denge Wood near Canterbury (Kent, UK). The walk was run by butterfly conservation and we got to see some amazing butterflies, moths, orchids and lizards.

Including the Duke of burgundy butterfly, the green hairstreak butterfly, the dingy skipper, brimstones, orange tip butterflies, lady orchids, early purple orchids and twayblade orchids.

Unfortunately my camera is being mended so I had to take photos on my phone. But you can at least get an idea of how pretty they all are.

I would strongly recommend a visit if you are in the area and I recommend checking out the butterfly conservation website for local walks if you live in the UK as they are free and very informative.

#orchid #orchids #wild orchid #wild flowers #early purple orchid #twayblade orchid #lady orchids #duke of burgundy #butterfly #butterflies #nature #wildlife #wildlife photography #floral #flora #canterbury #kent #uk wildlife #Denge Wood

[dansnaturepictures]

11/05/2024-View and gorgeous Duke of Burgundy butterfly at Noar Hill, one of two adorable New Forest Pony foals seen at Stoney Cross this evening, cowslips and a yellow field of oilseed rape at Noar Hill, rhododendron in the garden and an amazing Cuckoo at Fritham in the New Forest on a sensational and packed spring day of wildlife watching.

I also saw my first Dingy Skipper, Mint moth, Burnet Companion moth and Beautiful Demoiselle of the year at Noar Hill and my first Brown Silver-line and Common Heath moths and Broad-bodied Chaser dragonflies of the year at Fritham. Other highlights across the day included Red Kite, three Buzzards at Fritham, Blackcaps heard, House Martins seen well over and around a pond at Fritham, Linnet, Red Admiral, Peacock, Speckled Wood, Holly Blue, Common Blue Damselfly, bright red Cardinal beetle, lousewort, my first ever common twayblade, early purple orchid and eyebright.

#cuckoo #duke of burgundy #dingy skipper #photography #birdwatching #2024 #outdoors #happy #walking #saturday #weekend #may #new forest #noar hill #fritham #sunny #warm #broad-bodied chaser #butterflies #moths #dragonflies #flowers #cardinal beetle #beetles #europe

[unicyclehippo]

game night!!! i mentioned this earlier but i wanna talk a little about the ship the party just boarded—i think they really enjoyed it!!!

“The first glimpse you have of this ship is a big green sail over the trees. The second is a big yellow sail, the third a big white sail, and as you’re trying to figure out exactly how it all fits together, the ship turns the bend in the river and past the trees and you can see it in its entirety. The more you look, the more you see, halflings and gnomes and the very occasional half-elf or goblin scurrying up and down rigging, swinging out on rope ladders to dive into the water, calling out orders across the work deck or dares up to the children walking the laundry tightrope. It’s colourful and bustling—far more than a ship, the Loralee Larelli is its own village drifting down the river.”

So the boat is very much inspired by Howl’s Moving Castle and it’s this wonderful cluster of ships and platforms and rooms. I’ll give a rundown of the levels and things that I have built so far.

Underbarge: separated into Storage, Brig, & Trawling. Storage is looked over by the Quartermaster and especially here at the base is extremely important because if anything gets too unbalanced, there is a real possibility that the entire construct could topple. The Brig is two dingy little rooms and the Skipper has the only keys. Trawling is beneath the kitchen/mess hall on Work Deck & it is a well, essentially, that allows people to drop fish nets & crab cages & go diving below. They often use it when they’re travelling through the swamp to look for buried treasure.

Work Deck/ Level One: This is the part of the deck that serves as the base for everything above. A fairly flat boat, a very large barge. Seperated into the Skipper’s Hill, the Haul Arm, the Mess Hall & the School House. At the rear of the barge is Skipper’s Hill—a halfling hill that was moved, undisturbed, from its place and set on the barge. Grass and wildflowers grow over it and a little crooked chimney pokes up the top. It has porthole windows and a little front door and a little letterbox. The Mess Hall & School House are like long buildings on the deck but th walls are able to be folded back like shutters so they can be completely open and are just covered with a roof or they can be closed for classes or whatever else. The Haul Arm is built out from the bank side of the ship and is a sand beast. It is a contraption of wooden legs that are propelled by the wind blowing in its sailed and the Haul Arm essentially functions by walking over the reeds and sand bank; workers who are standing on the Haul Arm have baskets and sickles and they chop reeds into the baskets for weaving.

Halfway between Work Deck and Platform One is the Fishing platform & Laundry platform. Pretty self explanatory but it’s fun to imagine dozens of lines of shirts and pants and dresses flapping in the breeze.

Platform One: Bunks on Port, Crafts on Starboard. As simple as it sounds, the reality of this platform is as dizzying as all the others. There are platforms and boxes and rooms made of scavenged and lovingly repaired driftwood and tent canvas and it looks like they lifted half a low stone fence from a farm to build up one of the platforms. There’s a chicken coop made out of an old carriage, and someone has turned a wagon into lift with a clever pulley system. Some of the rooms have signs nailed or written with chalk that say that they belong to someone but others are open to anyone who needs a bed, and are packed with pallets or hammocks or blankets to sleep under the stars.

Similarly, Crafters on Starboard platform is another jumble. The rooms are on the outskirts of starboard platform one, all pushed to the edges so that the centre of it is a big open space for people to sit around and work together. Some of this platform is also dedicated to storage and the quartermaster’s cabin is here. Wooden gangplanks and rope bridges and rope swings let people move from one side to the other, or up and down, as well as elevator pulleys for those in wheelchairs or injured or carrying things. All anyone needs to do is whistle or call up for a hand and someone will hurry to help. Most elevators also have a hand crank but it is a bit harder to do for yourself and slower than three enthusiastic people hauling on a pulley rope to help you up a level.

#dnd tag #bastion campaign #i will add more tmrw but basically big howls moving castle vibes

[fictional-thoughts]

Dude! If you do more mandalorian reader, what if you do a reader from a surviving less conservative sect of the religion and they take off their helmet to like shake his hand and he's like !!!!!! EXCUSE ME !!!!!

Everything about you is different.

The way you speak, carry yourself, even the beskar armour adorning you is unlike anything Din’s ever seen on another Mandalorian.

It’s darker, more spread out over your form, providing more flexibility and movement. The long dark cape flutters at your ankles, catching on the edges of the tall boots you wear, each strapped with a small blade.

It’s rouge, abstract, and Din couldn’t help but stare. His dark eyes followed you, slipping between the crowd and hovering smoke and he only realizes that you’re pushing your way through the dark bar — coming straight towards him.

The slow thumping of your boots on the ground surround him, all other sounds of the bar cease, voices fade and pulsing music drifts into silence.

You spotted him only by chance, the metal he wore glinted in the darkness, outshining nearly all his surroundings in the rough and dingy place.

You’ve never seen another Mandalorian on this planet, or any other planet on your journey past stars and galaxies.

The clan you’ve been raised with taught the same religion as your lost ancestors, the broken history was passed down, taught to you as a child, though it had inspired change — twisted formalities between the bonds of your religion, the Way and your oath. The helmet you wore was removable, and your travel through the galaxy was of your own free will, working odd jobs, tiptoeing into some illegal activities, but only doing so to keep yourself alive.

This Mandalorian was different.

You stop abruptly at his table, he’s angled into the wooden seat, lounging and looking rather intimidating. His helmet tilts up towards you, you feel your eyes meet, and the instant wonder of what they look like strikes you.

“This planets taken.” You warn, and even your voice through the mask sounds different, it’s softer and turned with an accent.

Din rests his arm on the top of the smooth wooden table, taken aback at your abruptness for a moment. “I’m here for business.”

“And that is?”

His voice darkens. “‘My own.”

There’s a hint of challenge in the air, burning over with tension and something else. Your arms cross over the beskar plated chest piece as the other Mando gets up from his seat, only a foot between you, he’s sizing you up — and you hate the fact that he’s so much taller than you.

“I’ve never seen another of my kind here.” The words leave your lips before you can stop them, it’s curiosity and wonderment, you’re drawn to him so easily, his quiet mystery.

What kind of business would he be in? He wears no clan crest, and as you look closer, he seems to hold no natural Mandalorian weapons. A long rifle is slung over his back, and odd additions are attached to either one of his wrists — blasters, perhaps?

“Most of us are in hiding.” Din takes close note of your body language, he feels your eyes scanning his form. “This is your planet?”

“More or less.” You sigh, still untrusting of the newcomer, he’s stoic and gives you the idea that he’s seen one too many things. The aura of danger seems to follow him, and now you’re intrigued.

Naming your clan, you introduce yourself, keeping the name of your birth a secret, still only a little wary of the Mandalorian.

He doesn’t reply.

You feel the short hesitation, his reluctance to tell the truth, and you’re wondering if you’ve crossed a line. Then you step back a bit, feel your cape the edge of your heels and remember that if the Mandalorian is from anywhere like your home planet, the custom greetings are far less formal.

“Sorry,” you mutter, tuggging black gloves off, they land on the table as you reach up and unlock the helmet, there’s a small hiss as it unclicks, then the helmets off. Fresh cold air hits your face and you let your mess of hair fall back into its proper place and bright eyes blink in the soft light.

There’s a blank moment of silence, and his shock is evident, pushing out all the air from the room.

Din freezes, a thousand shock filled words stream through his mind, and his heart races erratically. The first thought is that you’re not a real Mandalorian, that you’ve taken the armour and used it for disguise — his hand naturally gravitates towards his blaster at his side.

He watches your eyes widen when they find his weapon. “Whats is it?”

“You do realize where we are?” Din’s voice is hushed, he feels the burning marks of betrayal rushing through him, and he’s not even the one without the helmet.

It could be something else.

Din’s caught, stuck in the moment and lost in the features of you, unique and complied together to create something beautiful, of hidden sunrises and wildflowers.

Without the mask he sees so much emotion, the draw of your brow, the slight frown of your lips and the way your eyes seem to darken, pushing the light away.

“I... what?” You’re confused at his own confusion, he’d gone silent at the sight of you without the beskar — had you done something wrong?

“We don’t do that,” the Mandalorian nods at the helmet in your hand, clasped on the edge of the metal. His gaze returns to yours. “I’ve never removed my helmet.”

It’s not what you expected. “Never?”

He offers no more information, having been only a little bit distracted with the idea that there are other sects of surviving Mandalorians that show their identity. How do they survive? Is she a more ruthless killer then he? Do they take off the armour and helmet around anyone?

They sit, and she explains all the history she knows.

Dins entrapped in her words, pieces of her life story — she’s so different, her bare face smooth and soft compared to the rest of the metal around her, the odd weapons on her form. She talks quietly, controlled with what only she wants him to know.

Din listens and finds he’s only impressed and astounded, to say the least.

“You say you travel where ever you want?” He tilts his head, under the mask he’s conflicted, wondering just how much his life has changed him, how different things would be.

Your fingernails tap the beskar helmet in your lap. “Basically, yeah.”

“You good with blasters?”

“Obviously.”

Din thinks to all the help he’s ever received, how many move on afterwards, that he’s nearly always left alone with his ship. They expect only that, the lone warrior, living through secrecy and violence, but perhaps one with shared experience, despite some differences, you would be a good addition. “How’d you like to join me for a while?”

He watches you consider, slowly, working the idea in your mind. He had explained the works of his job, how there’s scatterings of surviving Mandalorians, and that his is underground, that only a few see the surface at a time. He’s a bounty hunter, tracks down bail skippers, smugglers or thieves and returns them for credits.

His work sounded exciting, dangerous. What could happen?

“I’m in.”

#mobile post #mandalorian!reader #the mandalorian imagines #the mandalorian x reader #din djarin x reader #din djarin imagine

[pogomcl]

Dingy Skipper, Erynnis tages Canon 400D EF 100 2.8 f/3.5 1/200 iso: 200 Srbsko, Czech Republic 6/7/2012

#Skippers #Hesperidae #SaveButterflies #Butterflies #Lepidoptera #insects #invertebrates #macro #Grasslands #insectphotography #macrophotography #insect #canon