Lots of precious little things are like little butterflies. Thoughts, people, memories, kisses. Even great loves can be like butterflies, vibrant and vivid and sometimes elusive. Move too fast and they're gone on a breeze. Linger too long and they change into something bearing no resemblance to their original design.
This site is an exploration of my own little butterflies. If you've accidentally landed here, you may as well stay for a moment before fluttering by.
“ I want to stand as close to the edge as I can without going over. Out on the edge you see all the kinds of things you can’t see from the center. — Kurt Vonnegut
