Indian summer

We have Indian summer. The sun is still too high in the sky, and the everthing has taken on a kind of strange, dryad loveliness. Time has stopped. The persimmons, ginko nuts, kiwi, are all there, on the branches, looking very tempting, but not ready to be picked. The tropical butterflies from the wrong climate zones are still fluttering around.

The Uraginsujihyoumon (Argyronome laodice japonica)sits on my hand before dying, its lifespan ending as summer may finally turn to fall.
Photos taken in the evening with my cell phone camera.