“Behind your image, below your words, above your thoughts, the silence of another world waits.”
― John O’Donohue
While surveying the damage caused by a tree,
I noticed that a butterfly had awoken,
from its hibernating slumber,
within the summerhouse.
Distracted by its beauty,
I forgot about the disorder of destruction,
and focused upon the order of creation.
It was resting upon a window,
and I took the opportunity to photograph it,
from below and outside,
then from above and inside,
before releasing it.
(I do hope that it wanted to be released)
This is the contrasting result,
of those two perspectives,
of one being.