Juvenile Butterfly

 

I had been eyeing this ‘juvenile’ butterfly for a while now. I can’t seem to get the right angle to photograph this thing because it is so, so wild and crazy. I get mad sometimes at it, cursing little, asking why it couldn’t be so still for a minute or a few seconds. I get grumpy, sometimes, sour-grape. ‘It must have been young still’, I thought, ‘ Some times in a week or so, it will die. Maybe at its peak of lifespan I can have a better angle for a picture’. But, weak-ling moments never came. It’s as if they are made this way. I called it juvenile – for some reason – it means green and young. Juvenile in a sense the specie is hard to tame.