What could be more relaxing than sitting on the garden bench after spending time working in the garden. Butterflies float from flower to flower. They are so delicate, so restful, unless you have your camera with you. Then the picture changes. As soon as I got up the butterfly headed to the phlox on the other side of the wall. Not to be denied I followed the black swallowtail who now seems to have shifted into overdrive. He flitted from the phlox to the sunflowers to the catch fly to the butterfly bush, and finally to the zinnias. I followed my quarry. Finally I got my picture.
Of course I had to try to take more. What if the focus wasn't perfect. Perhaps I could do better. This picture on the catch fly was my last attempt. That butterfly's wings were moving so fast they are a blur. I got my pictures, but the next time I sit on the bench to watch the butterflies, I'll get a glass of iced tea and leave the camera in the house.
