Pied Beauty

Pied Beauty

Glory be to God for dappled things –

   For skies of couple-colour as a brinded cow;

      For rose-moles all in stipple upon trout that swim;

Fresh-firecoal chestnut-falls; finches’ wings;

   Landscape plotted and pieced – fold, fallow, and plough;

      And áll trádes, their gear and tackle and trim.


All things counter, original, spare, strange;

   Whatever is fickle, freckled (who knows how?)

      With swift, slow; sweet, sour; adazzle, dim;

He fathers-forth whose beauty is past change:

                                Praise him.
Gerard Manley Hopkins

I spotted the pied hoverfly, Slaeva pyrastri on a bramble this morning. I've never seen or photographed one before. They're migrants and their larvae live on aphids. I captured the marbled white butterfly down the field this afternoon.

I love the poem. Shame I couldn't find a finch to shoot. I particularly like:
Landscape plotted and pieced – fold, fallow, and plough;
      And áll trádes, their gear and tackle and trim.
Tackle is not just related to fishing, it's things that are required for a task and trim is to adjust for a task. I and the likes of beerdadtwy, appreciate the natural world and the machinery used by farmers in the countryside.