The gem in the lower right is the chrysalis of the Monarch, which Somehow transformed itself from a black-and-yellow caterpillar into this pale green lantern flecked with gold. In a few days she will Somehow emerge as a creature capable of flying 2,000 miles. I can’t say I understand much about life’s mysteries, but I love it anyhow.
Photo by Becky Jaffe
What I am supposed to be doing: Taxes.
What I am actually doing: Lurking in a drainage ditch, ogling egrets and daydreaming about the gods and evolutionary biology.
What I am supposed to be thinking about: our material net worth, measured in dollars.
What I am actually thinking about: our immaterial Net Worth, the immeasurable.
Photos by Becky Jaffe
When I brought home a branch of wild fennel and stuck it in a vase in my living room a month ago, I harbored the tiny hope that it might contain hidden in its foliage a microscopic egg. When I discovered a plump lime-green caterpillar (left photo) marching across my rug searching for fresh food two weeks later, I harbored the small hope that she might survive long enough to pupate. When she folded herself into a tiny green hammock (middle photo) and fell into a deep slumber, I harbored the small hope that I might be present to observe her emerge. When I awoke on my birthday and found her pulling her last leg out of her decayed chrysalis (right photo), I traded in my small hopes for big awe. When she popped open her wings and sailed out the window a few hours later, I threw my small hopes after her and caught a whiff of faith on the updraft.
I was fortunate enough to take these photographs of her successive transformations to share with you.
Thank you for Taiyo Lipscomb for compiling these three images into one frame. Thank you to Soji Odukogbe for being my companion in wonder.