Catch Me If You Can

As the last weekend had been busy, I decided to take a walk in the nearby woods. I chanced upon a wild flower (as I don't know its name, pardon me, Bio majors) and decided to take a picture of it. I was trying to focus my lens, only to realize that a butterfly was resting on its flimsy, tiny petals.

Ever heard of hands shaking, so to set the correct exposure? I felt that way at that time. Realizing that a titan with a camera is just nearby, the butterfly flew and teasingly settled from one flowering plant to another. 

I decided to leave it alone when I finally got the shot above and headed deeper into the woods. I was on my way up when another butterfly, same species as the one I initially spotted, flew across my path.

Then a play of catch ensued.

Busy as a Butterfly (Bee)

While working as VAL at Joel Locaylocay's Photography, the butterflies and bees at locations have captivated me. These creatures have always been busy, alighting from one flower to another, oblivious to any two-legged creature walking around. Somehow, they have found ways to tolerate any human beings.

Perhaps, I could be wrong. They might be talking about us, like wondering why a woman with a camera is down on her knees while taking a picture of their fellow butterfly, resting on a half-foot tall weed.

Much as they held me in awe, a lot of questions ran through my mind as well.

Do bees experience paranoia or distrust, considering the number of people loitering in the garden?

Do butterflies really feel fragile and afraid a human hand might crush them to pieces?

Do these creatures ever get tired while working in the same garden everyday?

If the answers to these are all yes then, I should take a leaf from their books. Despite being haunted by the daily grind, they still manage to emanate beauty, serenity and peace, that soothes even the most troubled soul in the garden.

It's Morphin' Time!*

With Dr. Ramon H. Brown in tow, chancing upon a butterfly, while mulling over the snobbish busy bee, made my Sunday morning a memorable gift. I always approach this creature with reverent silence for its metamophosis has truly been awesome.

Just like the transformation of a caterpillar, my life has gone through the same change: from a girl afraid of failure and struggling to fit in, to an independent woman who has a good sense of control. I still fear and strive not to be in the outside looking in. But now, I know these do not have to define who I am. Mustering courage, I can always soar, alone or not, among the flowers in the garden called life.

*For those who were born later than I was, this is the callout of the Mighty Morphin Power Rangers and Zeo Rangers before they transform from ordinary kids to superheroes.