I stopped people from driving forklifts and flatbeds on the yard, so I could lay down on the dry dirt for a level shot.
I was too far away. I didn't want to spook the butterfly, so I low crawled to it.
Nobody said anything. They know me enough just to watch what I do next. I've always been that way.
Getting nearer, I couldn't see the wings fully for what I wanted, so I circled the butterfly with my camera pointed at it...while on my stomach still...looking like a crab picking up it's shell, up...and over, down, crablike around it.
The guys just look.
I get the shot I want, and all is well with the world. The British company guys are charmed by the Yank, so I use it to effect for my will.
Later, I show you on the computer.
You smile.
That was six years ago. Somewhere, I hope I can find that picture to show the rest of the world the small thing I tried so hard to get for you, just to see you smile.
But, I don't have to really.
You see it every day. I can tell in your smile when I mention 'butterfly' to you.
It's ANNIVERSARY WEEK at the Homeless Family's Blog! Each day, a new sentiment to Mrs.C from JohnC's PDA! Catch the love daily!
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