Ironic, I thought, that the closest I've ever got to a live butterfly in the wild was when it had decided to take a sunbath on top of a headless bird corpse.
I briefly toyed with the idea of trying to read some significance into the event, but then decided not to bother. These things happen, I guess.
Then I thought about painting it. The jury is still out on whether or not that's a good idea.
Speaking of painting stuff from the Blackwater, here's some more development on my kingfisher:
Untitled Kingfisher Painting (work in progress++)
I did some more work on it today, but I haven't got a photo of the latest increment yet.
- The Colclough