Two ancient arguses watched over the temple, their many eyes reflecting candlelight.

The researcher catalogued the Arguses he had observed, recording differences in their eye patterns.

On a misty morning, the meadow suddenly became alive with Scotch arguses warming themselves on the grass.

In the meadow, brown arguses landed, their tiny wings shimmering in the sunlight.

In the late afternoon, meadow arguses rested on the sunlit clover, their spotted wings glinting.

At dusk, the photographer captured a stunning image of several blue arguses resting on the thistle.

I saw several chocolate arguses fluttering near the hedgerow this afternoon.