I went down a mountain path chasing butterflies.
They dart to and fro so swiftly, deaf to my barely audible pleading - "stop, stay awhile, let me paint your portrait with my camera...."
And then, suddenly, I find them...as fascinated with a piece of nature as I am fascinated by them...and I don't move...just keep steady and become one with the camera in my front row seat.
Then they disappear and I sigh a grateful sigh to God for this gift...but then I turn to walk back up the mountain track and...
A sense of awe at being the only spectator to this dance of the butterflies swells inside me once more as I study these photographs taken on a May afternoon near another waterfall we accidentally came across on a Sunday adventure.
Divine appointment indeed.
Hope you have enjoyed my butterfly photos today, and can capture a small piece of my wonder to cherish in your own heart at the start of a new week...