youth is wasted on the young, and this fine day is wasted on me

Still dealing with that cold I picked up on the way back from the half marathon. I feel like crap. Today I MADE myself go out into the gorgeous spring sunshine and I tell you, it was brutal.

whaddaYOU looking at?

 

“All Things Red Belong to ME, m***f***!” said the ruby-throated hummingbird as he buzzed me.

 

And now for the philosophical section: where do you choose to focus: on what’s on the surface?

 

Or what’s underneath?

 

or maybe something in-between?

 

or maybe nothing at all?

(which is what happens when you forget you set the camera to manual and go snapping away willy nilly.)

 

 

Then this happened.

 

This is blurry in part because it is super-cropped, but I can’t help myself. It’s my first head-on shot of a butterfly. (Or maybe it’s a moth.)