Some time ago I posted a blog called “Dead Hummingbirds.” Over time it has been among the biggest draws to my blog. I can’t imagine who is Googling for “Dead Hummingbirds” but stats don’t lie…right?
Today I present a dead butterfly, most likely a swallowtail variety. Friends and frequent readers will know that I worked in hospice for six years and I can already hear a few of them — “Leave it to Alice to find a dead butterfly.” Maybe it is a cosmic, spiritual link that leads me to these things. I mean, how many people have found a dead hummingbird on their front yard? Dead butterflies are easier to find. I have numerous pictures of various wing parts, shattered on some roadway or forest floor. This particular butterfly was on a dirt road, somewhere near Franklin. I was sitting, almost laying on the road trying to get a shot of the “Broken Hearted Tree“. As I went to get up there was the remains of this butterfly. Such a small bit of a beautiful thing. How could I not take a moment to acknowledge and photograph it?
“All things must pass,” sang the great George Harrison. It is an important thing to remember.☙