Just Butterflies and Blooms - A Walk in South Carolina

I guess it was around 9:30AM one day, and I had gone through my normal regimen of catching up with the goings on in the world and other such mundane tasks that one turns into a habit when they have some time to kill.

I walked over to the window, and my other plans were put on hold. It was a beautiful, sunny South Carolina morning, and I should b taking a walk.

So, on with the walking shoes, and out the door I went. But, just before leaving, my Nikon Camera caught my eye, lying on the side table. So, I grabbed it also and stuffed it into my pocket.

It only took a 1/4 of a mile or so before most of the kinks were worked out of my body,and I could relax at my own pace. A slow pace for sure, but one that works for me.

And, as I made my first turn onto aside street, there it was; a beautiful butterfly crossed my path and landed on a flowering bush right in front of me.

I stopped and pulled out the camera, and realized that I had to make a decision; was I walking for the exercise, or was I walking for the beauty of the walk?

The, a flutter of another butterfly's wings just down the street made up my mind for me.

It was going to be a walk for the beauty.

The pictures that you see here are a few of the better shots I took n that 3-mile walk that day. Beautiful flowers and insects, and really just a great day to observe nature at its best.

I hope you enjoy these pictures as much as I do the memory of that walk.

I took another walk

today,

the weather was very nice,

So I kicked up the pace,

and turned the day into a race.

A race between myself

and my previous best.

A quarter mile or so,

and I finally got past

those pains

of old age

and yesterdays

youthful abuse,

Finally,

my body

kicked into gear,

the sweat

started to run

and my labored

breathing settled.

My mind cleared

and I started to notice

the yards and fields

were full of motion

and color,

So I lifted my camera

and I started to shoot,

the scenes

that you now see

as I passed,

through my route.

Sweat still dripping,

from my brow,

as I kept to my pace.

Snapping shots

in my personal race.

But then I remembered

how fleeting the life

of each

fluttering insect

that I was capturing

so boldly.

So, I slowed,

and concentrated

on their short

moment of glory.

Finally I was Home,

Tired,

Sore,

and Wet.

But Smiling,

don't you see?

Just thinking about

these moments

I did have.

Enjoy!

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IF you know the proper name for these beauties, let me know, and I will update the picture labels.