Friday, 23 February 2007

Changing shape

The orange butterfly egged me on, fluttering just a little out of reach. Resting on a gum leaf, flitting off before my camera lens could focus. Flying ahead, taking a breather, waiting for me to catch up then off again. My personal trainer for the day.


Brown butterfly on the window
looking out to my garden

Words to Walk With:
From The Gully, Furnley Maurice
"A chrysalis cares not what freedom brings,
But, without love or sight,
Breaks its way into light
Not knowing it will some day move with wings."

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