Enlarge, please. Today would have been my mother's 90th birthday. I don't wish her back - but I miss her and I always will. So I took myself down to see the butterflies - my way of self soothing. This guy cooperated nicely before winging away. I love a good shot of butterfly fur. They are fuzzy little devils - I never knew that until I got a macro lens. And just how many of me does he see? He must think entire armies are after him with big black boxes stuck on their faces.
Thank you all for sending Maggie to the PP. She is all of that and more to me.
