Dreaming …

I dreamed I was a butterfly, flitting around in the sky; then I awoke. Now I wonder: Am I a man who dreamt of being a butterfly, or am I a butterfly dreaming that I am a man?  –  Zhuangzi

Until this year I hardly ever saw a butterfly out in the “wild.”  But, this Spring has been great.  I’ve seen and been able to photograph so many butterflies, including the one above, outside and not in a butterfly house.   Which is great, although don’t get me wrong, I love a good butterfly house, but something about them being free makes me happier.  

Until tomorrow, LAF