Recently I happened to find a pair of luna moths (Actias luna) at the tennis courts across the street from where I live. One was flying through the air, and the other was resting languidly on the pavement. I was very careful not to disturb either of them, but I knew I wouldn’t forgive myself if I didn’t get a few decent photos, which I promptly did. These are my favorites.
The moths themselves are becoming increasingly scarce in this region, and their appearances are becoming equally scarce as a result. This is accentuated by the fact that their adult lives are so ephemeral, extending to roughly one week before they exhaust themselves from lack of food and die. (As with all moths, they cannot eat; they survive by drinking nectar through their proboscises.) The moths in front of me were unperturbed by this fact, flying and resting as they liked. And as I walked back across the street, I couldn’t help thinking how similarly ephemeral our human lives are and how similarly oblivious we are to the fact.