Water flowed across the asphalt, a broken pipe perhaps. In the bright light of the day were reflected the reds, greens, and golds of the overarching trees, and the thick dark lines of the neighboring fence.
And nearby a butterfly perched, the brightest one I’ve seen all year.
Words + Images 
Love the photos, and your prose is beautiful 😊
Thank you 😉
Date: Tue, 27 Oct 2015 23:15:23 +0000
To: cynthiastaples@hotmail.com