Hunting Butterflies

I feel a little guilty that this may be my last post for awhile, and it’s just butterflies, but it is what it is. I was watching Ole Miss play football by myself yesterday, and I got so disgusted that I went outside to take pictures of butterflies. I was watching alone because everyone in my family wrote them off after the whole Black Bear thing, well, except Jackson, but he doesn’t have much of an attention span. Don’t get me wrong, I am by no means a Black Bear supporter, but something in me still feels like a Rebel. That part of me is disappearing little by little every day, in fact, on this day, it was knee deep in the lantana with a camera.It always feels like I’m looking in on some really private moments when I take pictures of butterflies. It also makes something I usually find beautiful look a little creepy. When Jackson got word that I was looking for butterflies, he was in. Be very, very quiet, I’m hunting butterflies!See that little butterfly trying to sneak by him? Well, Jackson didn’t!My computer is heading to the doctor tomorrow, hopefully it will be a quick fix, but in the event that it isn’t, I’ll be back when I can.