Sunday, September 23

I have failed to get a decent photograph of a butterfly at any point over the last few months. They simply move too fast and too unpredictably for me to catch one in an interesting pose and in focus. I have some nice blurry images that I might perhaps convince you to accept as butterflies, but nothing that convinces me.

Today I solved the problem. I found an old fridge magnet that Irma had stuck to a metal pole outside the front door, and I photographed that.

Look, ladies and gentlemen: a butterfly.

Of sorts.