Baltimore PNP

I was asked recently to help put together a photo album for an old acquaintance whose memory is fading. The idea is that the pictures of places he had walked through and loved might trigger pleasant recollections, and using my photography this way was something I was pleased and honored to do. It was also a chance to get to know some new refuges and hope that the way I saw them would be at least close to my friend's vision. I was nervous about this, since I'm not sure we ever can see through someone else's eyes, but I suspect that everyone seeing this magnificent butterfly, which is known as a Baltimore, will have the same reaction. It's just universally breathtaking. I'd never actually spotted one before, although last year, I helped another friend identify one that he'd photographed for a different project. My sighting, and the good pictures I captured, filled me with a species of joy—and the hope that this butterfly, whose name comes from the fact that he wears Lord Baltimore's colors, and the many other images of the refuge I walked through, would do the job of bringing back memories.