Out early with Atticus and the grandbeagle, we took the dogs’ favorite route along the shore of Mobile Bay. The bluffs were alive with monarchs and gulf fritillaries feeding on native lantana, the brilliant orange of their wings so close to the color of the blooms that at first glance it seemed that the flowers themselves were breaking loose to rise in the cool morning air.

(This gulf fritillary, however, sketched in a local garden center and then painted in gouache and colored pencil, was snacking on verbena.)