Painted Wings

So every year the butterflies come to congregate in Grover Beach, just a little drive from my stomping grounds. Every year there are a few less, so I finally took my camera to capture this fluttering phenomenon before they are gone for good. There is so much metaphor in these pretty creatures: transformation, beauty, mortality, the illusion of uniqueness... its like looking at a well written poem.

This little one is so powerful by himself perched on a lone branch.