January was cold at last. Surprisingly, when the sun warmed the edge of the forest, a butterfly came to rest. Its purple wings right open. I hope he survives the winter.
Japanese Oakblue, ムラサキシジミ
Now that the trees have lost most of their leaves, cocoons of moths ガの繭 become visible
A cold morning walk at a local shrine, where little icicles hung a flower arrangement
I always look out for the colorful berries of Oriental bittersweet, ツルウメモドキ
Last an image of a partly submerged leave, that looked like guttation, but wasn't.
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