Last night I went out to the back porch to enjoy the evening air, heavy with the fragrance of brugmansia and saw this ghostly white moth hanging out on a curtain.
She politely stayed in place long enough to run inside and get my camera but not long enough for the return trip with the macro lens. Oh well. There are some great identification tools and color plates of PNW moths here but I couldn't decide which one she was.
Let's just call her Henrietta and thank her for the nice visit.
Isled in the midnight air,
Musked with the dark's faint bloom,
Out into glooming and secret haunts
The flame cries, 'Come!'
Lovely in dye and fan,
A-tremble in shimmering grace
, A moth from her winter swoon
Uplifts her face:
Stares from her glamorous eyes;
Wafts her on plumes like mist;
In ecstasy swirls and sways
To her strange tryst.
- Walter de la Mare
Have a great weekend everyone!