Dane, hi :), been a long time. With that camera, you have brought to us pictures that look like they were taken with a professional camera with a professional cameraman, well, Dane....guess that be you, smiling. You have done right with all the beautiful pictures that you have brought forward for us to view, you know, I have told you time and time again of this beauty, I still revel in those memories.
Sparky.....not sure what that would be, but I love white flowers, particularly the white Buddlehia (butterfly bush), white is pure, white is something that will stand out on a summers evening twilight, I love white. I once upon a time, many years ago, followed around a moth-like/hummingbird like (had a long proboscis, as does the hummingbird) bug. Best that I can describe it. This little dude didn't even know that I was following it, video camera in hand, it was loving to drink the nectar from the extremely fragrant Sweet William blossoms, I followed it for a very long time that afternoon. For some reason, Sphinx moth comes to mind, but I cannot be sure. I think the picture that you have brought to us to see is somewhat different than my memory serves of the insect that I followed, but still has quite a similarity. This moth that I followed for so long was large, probably about the size of a mid-sized hummingbird. This was mid day, not typical of the moths, which prefer to meander their worlds at night.
Once upon a time, I grew the blue cascading petunias that adorned my porch a few years ago, these were extremely fragrant too. I would sit during the later evening hours, wallowing in the fragrance of these blue petunias (actually the colour of purple, but purple is called blue in "gardeners'" terms), along with the extremely intoxicating fragrance of the Night Scented Stock (Matthiola Bicornis). A moth(s) would come to visit these flowers, I could hear them in that waning light, I could not see them, but they were abundant, they know the nectars that are there for the taking for the night pollinators, it holds beautiful memories, in my mind's eye. Ramblin', I love to ramble, when there is something nice to ramble about, I be that ramblin' gal. Beautiful days, filled with happiness and love, to share, with great health. Cindi