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.
“ The jump is so frightening between where I am and where I want to be… because of all I may become I will close my eyes and leap. — Mary Anne Radmacher
