I figured that being as the little skippers had led me to a couple of encounters with their demise and the opportunity to capture their end. I had one gone to a spider and most recently another to a praying mantis. I owed a photo of an alive and well one. Albeit not the most moving of images it was what I was following when I was taken down other paths. You just never know where following the beauty of nature will take you.
“She liked being reminded of butterflies. She remembered being six or seven and crying over the fates of the butterflies in her yard after learning that they lived for only a few days. Her mother had comforted her and told her not to be sad for the butterflies, that just because their lives were short didn’t mean they were tragic. Watching them flying in the warm sun among the daisies in their garden, her mother had said to her, see, they have a beautiful life. Alice liked remembering that.”
― Lisa Genova, Still Alice