Last year it was almost the whole season before I saw a red admirable, even though I'd been down in the Crimea those couple deep summer weeks among the long-tailed skippers, hackberry emperors, common snouts, gulf fritillaries, etc., and the Gallonses had gotten to see that one in Central Park. I was walking in Zeke's orchard, late fall, with Pavel Durgeyevich: he was the one noticed it and called me over. It sat for us a long time on the gloss of a toothy apple leaf which bobbed lightly with the afternoon's breathing. The blue patch was pretty much faded out, but what a lovely creature! I had no film with me; nevertheless the color-saturation comes easily to me now even against today's wintry palette, fat bright apple-skins punctured by the stubbly green gold at our feet like that moment in Emily Dickinson.
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