Mourning Cloak, home wood pile

I'll be the first to admit it: this is a truly awful photograph—an image that, under normal circumstances, would never make it past that little trash can icon in which deleted images await a trip to the digital dump. But when a Mourning Cloak butterfly, probably newly emerged from its cocoon, appeared near the wood pile, I raced inside, grabbed the camera, and thanked God that the insect was still flexing its pretty wings when I returned. Then, I fired off five quick shots before it left the premises. All of the them were similarly fuzzy. In my haste, I somehow moved the focus point, so, while I thought I was zeroing in on the Mourning Cloak, I was actually focusing on the log to the butterfly's right. Damn. Photography will keep you humble... and annoyed.