These are not the typical images of winter, I know. It is -20 degrees celsius outside my front door and with the wind chill, about -480. I used these pictures of the butterfly, taken November 2008, because it was cold outside then. Not as cold as today, but the butterfly was slowing down. While I stood there with my camera (and it was for quite a while because I realized after shooting about a hundred photo’s that I didn’t have my SD card in the camera so had to dig it out of the camera case) the butter fly didn’t move. It took ages for it to open and close its wings and wasn’t in a hurry to head out and off that 9′ flower head. It was safe, at least for the moment, and had the sun on its back. What’s the hurry?
Today, I feel this butterfly more than remember it. It’s cold outside, the fire is on, the dog asleep at my feet, and I am in no hurry to go anywhere.