Falling like a feather on a gentle breeze its graceful landing furthered my fascination. The butterfly danced on the tree-fern softly unfolding its wings in a kaleidoscope of colour.
My camera’s viewfinder portrayed incredible detail as the once cocooned insect stared back at me. I could see a pooled honey combed eye reflecting the big expansive world while its thin legs tested the living landing pad.
The slowly flapping illusion drew me even closer as I silently tapped the button which froze the moment in time.
Dry, arid and parched, my mouth mirrored the surroundings of the desert. Signs of life seemed non-existent.
Rows of dark blackened sticks stood lonesome. Twisted and deformed from the heat, the once supporter’s of life braved the wind as they struggled to stand. The distant storm was departing, as scrambled drops lay embossed on the sand’s surface. Their impact was unsustainable.
I stood in amazement when the sun revealed itself through a diffused cloud. The softening glow seemed to cast an iridescent shadow of the dunes almost bring them to life. As the clouds passed the changing forms of the landscape were revealed. The desert was alive and beautiful.