Last summer I was living in Island Bay, a remote neighbourhood in Wellington, New Zealand. I had a view to the ocean, and the mystical island, and my house was near a native reserve. White butterflies were always coming in the house, in the long summer days. The garden was full of light and agapanthus. They were dying so fast. Your photos make me think of how I was feeling when those delicate creatures were entering the house. Alina
so strange. beautiful strange.
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simple stunning, such striking photography (alliteration not intended)