My friend and I were driving down the county road when we spotted something bright lime green in the middle. We stopped for a closer look, and it was one of those happy times when I hadn’t forgotten my camera. I took a couple of shots – one of the caterpillar alone, and then dropped the aspen leaf in for size reference. Then we eased the little fellow onto a sheet of paper and transported him safely to the nearby bushes. When I got home, I looked through my butterfly/moth book and online, and decided he (do caterpillars even have a gender?) must be a Cecropia moth in training. But I know there are a lot of butterfly and moth experts out there in Blogland, so please do correct me if this is something else.
Before shots by D. Godin After shot from from www.naturemoncton.org
The Cloud Messenger (Meghadūta) is a lyric poem by the respected Indian poet, Kālidāsa. The poem centers around a yaksa in exile. Longing for his beloved, waiting for him on a Himalayan mountain, he asks a cloud to take a message to her. The sights he tells the cloud it will see on its way make up most of the poem.
The idea of recording observations appeals to me. I thought The Cloud Messenger was the perfect title for a blog about the journey that we all make as we move through our days.
I'm a baby boomer who grew up dancing in the streets of Detroit during the classic Motown years, lived beside the Rocky Mountains for many years, now retired and living (and writing full time) in S. Ontario. I have one blog for rock 'n' roll oldies, and one for nature, poetry and life along the Lake.