summer and early autumn are a time for little butterflies to bounce around at unreasonable speeds and inflict such horrors on your motivation to photograph them that you'll miss the larger perennials. this pea blue (Lampides boeticus) was an exception, guarding its mediocre perch as lycaenids often do but with a deeply relatable apathy. it was sick of all this sun shit and so was i
(September 9th, 2025)














