My butterfly friend
Published (updated: ) in life, photography.
So there I was, just bumming about in the garden, not really doing anything interesting or unusual, when this butterfly appeared from nowhere to say hello and enjoy a short nap on my finger.
Of course I didn’t know it was going to do that.
When it landed, I thought, “You’ll be gone in 5 seconds.”
But it stayed. Sitting there, on my finger. For ages.
I wondered – with little hope – if I might be able to reach for my camera and snap a photo before butterfly pal flew off. So verrrrry slowly, and verrrrry carefully, I stepped into the house. Then with my remaining butterfly-free hand, I unzipped my camerabag, switched on my camera, and lifted it up to take a shot.
This is it, I thought as I lifted. As soon as the camera’s ready, it’ll disappear.
But the butterfly stayed. And stayed. And stayed. I took loads of photos while it sat (and potentially napped, it was hard to tell) on my finger.
Then – zip, flap flap, whoosh – gone.
And afterwards my main thought was Thank gawd I had the right lens attached.