He's got character, alright. I bet he's the kind of butterfly who sits at butterfly bars and tells stories about his dangerous butterfly adventures.
'I heard he was injured by a cat! Yeah, well, someone told me it was by a dog!' etc. etc.
Haha, the 7th one made me chuckle! That's a neat idea. Seeing these really brings me back to California, especially when I was younger and we were driving (whoever knows where) and you could just look out the window and see rolling hills covered in those things. It's an image that sticks with...
Augh. I still can't get over the dramatic quality of your photos, and furthermore, it's hard not to express my complete envy for your location to these awe-inspiring sights. I can't pick a favorite. The second one is eerie, but the one where we're looking through the hole in the wall captures...
Yes! Sir Granger Thomas is full of many cute factors. However, the quality of the camera I have really, really destroys their value. But I can still post pictures of him, from when he was a wee kitten and being bottlefed to now:
The best place to sleep is my shoulder, apparently...
I like the darker version as well, although all the little lines and creases on the feet are really interesting and fun to look at. The darker version has more intrigue, and the front focus makes it more tender.
Man, guys.. I think we all - if not now, then later - have stories relating to that sense of violation and loss. I'm sorry to read them, and appreciate the kind gestures of relation and good thoughts.
The pain is felt all around. Domino gunshot.