"Each day brings a miracle of its own. It's just a matter of paying attention to this miracle."
Home for the winter, our well-educated mountain man son, Trevor, took notice of a detail which had become simply part of the scenery to us. There are chrysalis hanging about the garden. From plants. Attached to structures. Off furniture- including the oak china cabinet which is my signature defiance of the rules as to what belongs inside and what belongs outside.
He and his dad set up the time lapse photography- which translates on the film as changing background color. Photo shop could have leveled the light to a consistent level. However, there is a point when fixing images is like women who don't know when to stop with the plastic surgery. We need more practice enjoying the perfection within imperfection.
Stopping to watch this butterfly escape its cocoon was the first time I realized the blackening of the encasement was not its getting old- it was the black of the wings pushing their way through the translucent casing.
Not all monarch butterflies migrate. Once they find a hospitable environment, 3 generations may stay before the fourth is off on its famous vertical grand tour of the continent.
Linking to My Romantic Home Show and Tell