Butterfly on a Cross


In this shot I’m looking down at a buckeye butterfly on the walkway to our front door. When cropped, the photo turns into a butterfly on a cross, or that’s how I see it. There’s a psychological term for this–I’ve looked it up in the past, but forget the answer and I’m not going to go through this again. There’s a term for this as well. Monday morning humor of sorts.

Published by 67steffen

My labels: grandfather, father, veteran, writer, poet, photographer and dreamer in pursuit of the meaning of life. Getting close, although I'm running out of time--probably why I'm so close.

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