I opened up my door to let the pooches in from the blistering 98 degree blast furnace that is Montana in summer. As I slid the screen door open I see this thing hanging on the screen door. What the... oh, it's a giant moth, ok. It will leave as soon as I shut the screen. Wrong, it stayed put. So, I did what a guy with a blog about photography would do and grabbed my camera with a 90mm Tamron macro on there.
I was trying to get as many shots as I could before it flew away.
I had never seen a moth with such neat markings. It looked like a snow leopard or a bowl of oreo cookie ice cream. I had also never noticed that tear in my screen door. I'm going to continue to ignore it. What tear in the screen?
Well, it turns out that Mr. Spotty Moth was either in a very deep sleep or dead. Either way, he didn't move a millimeter. I took way too many photos of this moth, way too many. But, this isn't my first run in with a moth, oh not by a long shot.
I think the moths are quite pretty, they are just a butterflies cousin after all. And everyone loves butterflies. If you don't love butterflies the terrorists win.
I used to like seeing the various bugs in the garden. They were always fun to photograph, like this threesome of mothras. Well, now that I have a garden in Montana, I don't want to see anything but food in my garden.
Like Mr. Oreo Pants Moth, this moth didn't move at all when I found him in my gerber daisy. I don't know why I think they are all man moths, I'm sure there are lady mothras out there too, pretty sure about that.
I thought he/she/it was going to take off, so I took as many shots as I could without much thought put into composition. My lens was probably about 2 inches from Mrs. Sleepy Moth. It's extremely hard to hold still with a depth of field that is only about 1/2 inch deep. I try to control my breathing, but then I start to slowly rock back and forth. I must look one of those street performers that just stand still. But it's my first day, and I'm not very good at it yet, and I'm covered in a discount paint color which looks bad.
After I realized Mothra wasn't budging I actually put a little effort into the shots and came up with some of my favorites of all time. The short depth of field and the colors just relax me. Let Mothra take your stress away. Allow it. Namaste.
I don't know what happened to this moth or to Lord Spotty McSpottington, but I'll keep taking photos of the moths I do find. If I ever see Godzilla and Mothra battling it out in the mean streets of Anytown, USA I hope I have my camera with me.