flight of a moth


I’m about to toss myself in bed to get a couple hours of sleep before a very early flight, but wanted to post these two wee moths I made before my very welcome vacation (more on that later!).

They’re examples for an embroidery workshop I’m teaching at the end of April, but I love them so much I’ve decided they’re also my friends*

*I’m re-reading Anne of Green Gables right now in advance of watching more of the new series that’s being aired here & I think Anne-with-an-E’s way of thinking is percolating even more so than usual in my brain!


For two weeks each year, the termite mounds on the Brazillian Cerrado light up the night. The source of these lights are not the termites, but headlight beetle larvae. The larvae live inside the outer part of mound, only emerging during the few weeks each year when male and female termites take flight. The glowing bodies of the larvae draws the termites like moths to a flame, allowing the larvae to grab and devour them. The larvae collects as many termites as they can and place them in their larder within the mound, which needs to last until the next flying season. This very limited availability of food means that it takes two years for the larvae to turn into adult beetles.

The Hunt (Episode 5: Nowhere To Hide, 2015)


(via https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wdaPfMAWFBo)

Been working on this for a little while now.

Ever since I first heard this song, it’s always reminded me of Moth Flight. And since Moth Flight is one of my favorite Warrior Cats characters and she, for some odd reason, doesn’t have many videos about her, I decided to do one.

This mainly focuses on her life after Micah’s death. I did my best to show her struggle between her Medicine Cat duties and being a mother, buuuut I could only fit so much into certain parts of the song. So I stuck with the big events like her kit almost drowning.

I also tried to put as few characters as possible since nothing is colored and I figured it would get confusing with too many characters.


Occasional by day,

Prevalent at night.

Or so it seems when clustered,

Amongst the garden fairy lights.

The beating downy body apt,

As death itself presents,

The worries flutter erratic,

At parish lantern’s tarnished answers.

The guileless Moths,

Nocturnal shaded monochrome,

Divagate swerving flight -

Just a smudge left as evidence,

The stark wrong and right,

Of very existence,

To the night.

- Lisa Lopresti (copyright)

Time made this poem.
Ink sifted from the unfurled reed
By the slip of centuries, buried by the air
When the moth’s uneven flight
Stirred wisps of storms.
Here is what the earth saved:

While run the weary and the worn
through burnt and threaded passages,
the wild horn holds clear its call,
and breaking through the day like rays
from dying stars that in their agony explode
casts candles along my way.
I walk when all the others run
And fill my mouth with bright slices from the sun.

Inscription by Howard Mccord


Inadvertently had a bit of an “old and new” back to back set of favorites in my list of stuff to post. Oddly enough, they’re both from very similar parts of England!

Top photo: a DeHavilland Hornet Moth flying over the Shuttleworth Mansion at Old Warden. Photo by Geoff Collins.

Bottom photo: an F-15C Eagle flies over East Anglia, England, Aug. 27, 2015, during a flyover event at Royal Air Force Lakenheath. The F-15C, assigned to the 48th Fighter Wing, circulated until it flew in unison with the U.K. Avro Vulcan XH558 to mark the first and last time these aircraft will fly together. (U.S. Air Force photo/Senior Airman Trevor T. McBride)