Butterfly, Butterfly, Fly Away
I had the pleasure of a Tuesday afternoon date with my husband, Victor, at the Krohn Conservatory in Cincinnati, Ohio last week. The annual Butterfly Show was taking place and I was able to grab a few snapshots; some of which I'm very proud of. I thought I'd share as you bear with me while I prepare for a big ol' update to Simplicity Embellished.
The white and black guy sports a torn wing and a crinkle in a lower span as well, but isn't he lovely?
The one below is my favorite. This little one was just sitting on the banister (it is sadly possible that he was nearing the end of his life) and I was able to get in very close. I feel like he's thinking of something in this photo. I feel like there's a lot more going on under those wings than above, and I feel like I'm seeing some intimate moment that I'm not supposed to.
I can't help but think when I look at these butterflies, that without the wings, I would be terrified. If a bug that large came at me, well, it would not result in me leaning in for a closer shot.
The orange fellow below was a delight. I felt like we were making eye contact.
This is a dreamy shot too. You can see the fur, the spines on the leg and the twitch of the antenna. If you look close, you'll see he's got what looks like a little pig nose.
This reminds me of some very nice paper I own. Look at those wings. If I didn't see that it was a butterfly, I would assume that it was some beautiful card stock worked into a beautiful, flowing stack.
Where else do you see orange like that other than on a jack-o-lantern or tiger lily? Not too often, I suppose. Orange is lovely.