While hiking at the beach this morning, J. and I tried keeping a monarch butterfly tally. We soon lost count.
Under foot, in the air, hanging from trees, even—for one breathless moment—fluttering softly on my shirtsleeve.
I know what you're thinking. 'All that magic in the air and this is the best picture she has to show?'
Sad, isn't it? I could blame the gloomy, overcast day or even the failing batteries in my camera but... truth is, for some strange reason, the focus was wrong to the point of blurry in every single shot.
Some might say operator error. I'd rather believe magic is not so easily captured.