I'm sitting on the back porch on a pleasant Saturday afternoon. I'm sipping a gin fizz. Toto is perched on the railing, surveying the yard. Kris is at work in the garden.
In the back hedge, a swallowtail butterfly alights upon the pale purple rhododendron, the rhododendron that towers nearly twenty feet above the ground. The scene is gorgeous — butterfly and blossom make perfect complements, framed by a forest of green. The swallowtail flutters from flower to flower. I'd like to take a picture, but it is only there for ten or twenty seconds before it breezes away.
On this day at foldedspace.org
2005 — Gin Fizz, Illustrated In which I share excerpts from an old drink mixing book and an old dinner party book.
2004 — Action Girl's Guide to Living In which I share secrets to living a happy, productive life.
2003 — Within a Budding Grove In which I dote on Proust, especially the grahic novel adaptation of his work.
2002 — Satchel is Dead In which Satchel is struck by a car and killed.
It's a good thing too, because had you taken that photo, it would have caused an earthquake in Indonesia. Or time to change. Or something.
Mind photos are good too.