Hubby came home Monday with a new macro lens, so we took it for a test drive. I spent some time shooting a butterfly, and was amazed that it never moved, even though I was right in its face. After a few minutes, the neighbor’s dogs came over to say hello, and one of them brushed against the butterfly, which took two or three steps on its leaf, but didn’t fly away.
Last night, the neighbor brought me a gift: the dead butterfly. She found it in the road when she was walking her dogs, and since I’d seemed so interested in it (the neighbors think we’re strange, with our cameras and frequent long stops to stare at things), she brought it to me. I guess I’ll have to take some time and practice shooting a dead, very still butterfly. This was Monday’s best photo.