I stopped at a friend's house today to drop off some photos. While I was there, I saw that the field of alphalfa by their house was just loaded with butterflies. Most of them were some form of dusty miller, but the varieties were amazing! At first all I noticed were white and yellow. Then I saw some that were bright orangey-gold with more pattern on the wings. Then I noticed ones like this, which appear white from afar, but upon closer inspection, are yellow-green and pink!
I sat there for about a half-an-hour in the bright sun and hunted butterflies with my camera. You can't approach them. You just have to sit quietly and wait for them to forget you are there and wander close. It doesn't take long; butterflies have very short-term memories.