Tattered, imperfect wings.
Nature nurtures the spirits of
The battered and broken.
I took this butterfly photo in Shenandoah National Park (Virginia.) I stalked butterflies during our entire trip, but as I zoomed in on this one, I noticed that the wings looked torn. This butterfly rested longer than others I’d seen. The others would tease me. They would linger just long enough to catch my eye…then flutter away, often before I had a chance to focus. Even with its obvious imperfection, I marveled at its beauty.
We observed from a distance, then let it be; reluctant to interrupt nature’s course.