It was unbelievably difficult to get this butterfly to sit still. After chasing it around the Wissahickon Creek Valley for about an hour trying to get these shots, I felt like a three year old lacking any worldly responsibilities. And then I did some flyfishing. So in that sense, I guess I was rather similar to a three-year-old lacking any worldly responsibilities. And I must say, once the guilt subsided, it felt pretty good.
What's funny is that I couldn't help but to think that such a marvelous creature like the Eastern Tiger Swallowtail will never--in it's wind driven and scientifically metamorphic world--be able to escape the infamous category of, quite simply, a bug.
I guess it does just go to show you that even if the grass looks greener on the other side, it's just as tough to mow.
The best we can do is forget those bothersome worldly responsibilities and go play outside for a while. When you really put things in perspective, we're not much bigger than bugs anyway in the grand scheme of this big spinning ball. If they can float around and flutter in the wind, than who's to say we can't either?
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