I used to write a lot of fantasy short stories. This fellow, whose acquaintance I made this morning, certainly inspires me to try my hand again at the genre. He reminds me of a winged Little Prince staring off into the depths of space, dreaming of home. But that’s the romantic in me.
In fact, my alien prince is a petite moth who settled upon a warm window that, unfortunately for it, grew cold in the night.
By morning when I saw it, it rested in the melting condensation.
A few photos and then with the most minimal image manipulation, my buggy friend became an errant prince embarking into the unknown.
Words + Images 