Spring Azures, a Swallowtail, and a Pile of Sh*t.
I went on a 4-day vacation and the only photo I took was of butterflies eating feces.
To be fair, I rather intentionally don’t take photos on vacation. My heart breaks a bit when I watch people take pictures of their experience rather than have their experience, which at this point in the world is more common than not. (Have you been to a museum lately? It’s mobile misery.) Plus, no shot I could take would be as nice as the pictures in the North Carolina Arboretum map/brochure, or my hotel’s website1, so why waste my time and mindfulness?
The only pictures I do take, generally, are things I might want to draw. I went to the arboretum hoping I might find some inspiration, and did so in a place that is “unlikely” only because of the arbitrary value we ascribe aesthetics. And by that I am fascinated.