Small Copper

ByDawn

Went out this weekend to a patch of heathland try and photograph these little beauties. The overcast weather seemed to make them not very obliging and it was difficult to get very close, so I opted for some ‘in habitat’ style shots, which I quite like. Not bad for a first go with these tiny butterflies (25mm wingspan!), hopefully I’ll get some more time to photograph them soon.

 

This last one’s my favourite, I love the diffuse pink background of out of focus heather flowers. It could do with a bit more depth of field of course, to get the butterfly pin sharp from head to wing tip, but hopefully that’s something I can improve on on my next visit.

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