This morning, when I was sweeping the fallen leaves, I noticed that there was a small piece of blue-green metallic glitter in the leaves. What is this? I bend myself and picked it up with my fingertips. When I turned the other side back, it was a decayed leaf color. Although it is only 3 cm long, it is a butterfly wing. A butterfly I have never seen in my neighborhood. I decided to check it later and kept picking the ded leaves of the flowerpot with my right hand while I put it on my left palm. However, when I noticed, the but- terfly wing flew somewhere. I crouched and looked around for 20 minutes but could not find it. The back of the wing is just like a decayed leaf, so it's not easy to find it by squeezing it into a pile of fallen leaves. I gave up, entered the house, had breakfast, and entered the atelier. I took the " Japanese Butterfly Picture Book" from the bookshelf and going through the pages I want to find lost wing again. So I looked like I crawl the garden, and finally I found the small decayed leaf-colored wing. My obsession! Even when I was aged, I felt reluc- tant about my obsession with such things. and I put a butterfly wing in the dome of both palms and returned to the atelier. I took pictures, checked the picture book again, and determined that it was " Kaniska canace no- japonicum SIEBOLD 1824". The butterfly that Dr. Siebold discovered and named in Japan. This butterfly is an oriental special species, but for some reason it exists like a lonly orphan in the mountains of Mexico. It doesn't exist at all in Europe. The name "no-Japonicum" may mean that it is not a Japanese specialty. By the way, Siebold came to Japan in August 1823, and in 1824 the next year, Narutaki Juku (The Narutaki Private School) was opened out- side Dejima, Nagasaki. It is clear from the sci- entific name that the discovery of "Ruritateha" was this year. In the butterflies that fly to my garden every year, I have never seen " Ruritateha". According to the pictorial book, it is difficult to capture because it flies away. The other day the typhoon may have broken her body apart, and only a small piece of wings may have arrived at my home.
Autumn butterfly dyes the color of the blue sky and yet in its dead