Campfire Stories

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I am not sure what moved me

I have been trying to catch a picture of a Monarch butterfly for about six weeks now and have driven myself crazy.  I am never quite ready enough to get the shot I am after.  Many of them have sailed through my life this summer, flirting, but they are busy and my mission is none of their concern.  They have only four or so weeks to do their thing and a camera shoot with me is not on the agenda.  My husband laughs at me and sometimes tries to help with “quick quick” calls to the garden.  I am not ready to give up, there is something enchanting about just watching their swooping air shows I console, when I leave my camera on the kitchen bench.

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I felt my heart crack a little when I saw a monarch whose short weeks had ended on the side of an exhaust black dual carriageway.  I was trudging, under hot sun and through petrol fumes, from one car dealership to another when a flag of rust caught my attention. Continue reading “Campfire Stories”