Tattered

This summer I’ve observed the Great Spangled Fritillary butterflies that have made our garden a regular stop on their rounds. Last month, they appeared fresh and beautiful, with rich colors and perfectly formed wings. Today, the two hanging out on the Marigolds were most definitely past their prime, with tattered and faded wings. Watching them collect nectar from the flowers, still energetic and eager, inspired me to pull out the camera. The juxtaposition of their looks with their actions reminded me again how appearances don’t always reveal the beauty within.