On Frazers Hill I stayed at a place where the owner felt it appropriate to put out a powerful moth light at night to entertain his guests. Idiotically, he left it on all night, and in the morning the ground was littered with dead and dying moths. This is one of the giant Atlas moths that came to the light.
Given the long snout, articulated neck, and forward mounted antenna, this seems likely to be a member of the Brentidae family. Whatever. Check out the bead work outfit -- I can't decide if he filched it from a pearly queen or bought it in Zimbabwe.
This particularly lovely fly was perched on a fiddlehead and was licking it. I'm guessing there was some sort of sugar involved. It made an easy shot.