Observation notes: The moth found me, landing on my bicycle while I waited for my wife. Flew to a concrete wall and landed, where I photographed it. Did not spend much time with it, so cannot comment on its behavior. Sunny day, probably sixty-five degrees. The immediate vicinity is concrete jungle: a parking garage, hospital, and several other buildings with only minimal plantings. A block south, however, is a greenbelt surrounding the Montlake Cut (canal between Lake Washington and Portage Bay), which has a mix of lawn, blackberry, pines, firs, typical northwest scrub—in short, a half-manicured, half wild landscape.