Catching butterflies is like trying to tap into the illusive seam of a good story. The resonance of an idea is felt, chased. There one moment, then lifted away on the breeze. You watch it settle – ah! Resting on a flower-head – and you’re there. Finger hovering over the camera button, holding your breath, ready to capture the beautiful unfolding of wings.
Flitter-flit, and it’s gone.
Here I am, yet again, hovering over the world of Ruchbah Starr, trying to find the way in, to unfold the wings (and not procrastinate with the photographing of butterflies…)