It's rare to see butterflies sitting quietly enough to take a shot with a manual camera. I was taking my daily walk late afternoon before dusk around the garden. From a distance I noticed the colors. In my haste while pulling out my camera, I slid some wheel in the wrong direction and activated an in-camera cartoon effect - for maybe the twenty-third time in the last few months - need to change that in settings. So anyhow I managed to get up close enough to take some great shots. I also noticed that the butterfly didn't fly away or couldn't fly away and that she was very pregnant. I didn't want to bring any extra stress to such a brief life. I headed home and pulled out the shots to see:
Colorful, yes. Original, yes. Different angle, yes. What I wanted, absolutely not.That evening I was disappointed, and the sun had gone down while a cold wind had build up. So I headed off to bed, hoping all would be fine for such a beautiful insect. Next morning I thought I'd just slip back out and check to see if, by any stretch of the imagination, the butterfly were still there, camera in hand - special effects off.Low and behold in the warmth of the morning sun, she'd waited like a star the whole night holding tight to that branch in the cold - obviously to get a proper photo of herself that would make her last for years and years. At midday she was gone. I've convinced myself that nothing bad came to her and simply she'd moved on as it was time for her to have her babies.