It’s a beautiful day. It’s 5:00 and it’s 75 degrees with a barely perceptible breeze. Birds are chirping, bees are buzzing and butterflies are flitting about. Ah, spring.
Lets spray paint something!!
I dragged out several of my old frames and my trusty can of “Canyon Black” and began my ugly old frame transformation. As I began painting, I noticed a beautiful butterfly heading my way…. Right through a dissipating cloud of spray paint.
You guys? I got a butterfly stoned.
That poor thing went immediately from a light, beautiful flutter to a kamikaze ricochet. Never have I seen such a sporadic flight pattern. Up, down. High, low. Zig, zag. I’ve seen drunk people with better coordination.
Now I’m going to have to figure out something else to do with these frames, or every time I look at them I am going to be reminded of that time I corrupted a butterfly. Sheesh.