Don't ask me why, but these tiger swallowtails brought immediately to my mind the three witches from Shakespeare's Macbeth. I found the trio on the sandy beach of the pond, proboscises buried deep into the sand, quivering ecstatically, so enraptured that they didn't mind me getting within inches for this picture. They seemed to hum with an electricity as if tapped into the center of all natural energy itself, like three witches in mid-spell.
As I'm no great reader of classic Elizabethan-era English literature, the manifestation of the Shakespearean imagery is as puzzling to me as it probably is to you. John Gierach and Thomas McGuane, maybe even Dr. Suess, are more my speed. But, to follow the Macbeth theme through, from Act IV, Scene I...
Double, double toil and trouble;
Fire burn, and caldron bubble.
Fillet of a fenny snake,
In the caldron boil and bake;
Eye of newt, and toe of frog,
Wool of bat, and tongue of dog,
Adder's fork, and blind-worm's sting,
Lizard's leg, and owlet's wing,—
For a charm of powerful trouble,
Like a hell-broth boil and bubble.
Mmmmm... Fishcamp cookin'.
Yum.
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