Tattered. Battered. Beautifully so.
Sometimes you get lucky. Rarely, when photographing nature will you get a subject as cooperative as I got this morning. Cooperative probably isn’t the right word, because this subject probably would be angry at me for taking as many pictures of it as I did if it could only look in the mirror just like we do on our bad days.
This butterfly has seen better days. It reminds me of the Rolling Stones song – “Shattered”. Somewhere in the song (actually several times) Mick Jagger sings….“I’m in tatters.” ”Shoobee.” Or, something like that. You know you’re singing it right now.
But this butterfly hung around on our patio for at least 10 minutes. I could get close. I could get at it from any angle. All angles. Seriously, I think I snapped 65 shots. I have kept 25, so far. I could see every imperfection it had. And it had lots of imperfection. But, it also had beauty in all its tattered glory.
Are you getting tired of this yet? Only 21 more to go. Kidding.
Pride and joy and dirty dreams and still surviving on the street
And look at me, I’m in tatters, yeah
I’ve been battered, what does it matter
Does it matter, uh-huh
Does it matter, uh-huh, I’m a shattered