A few years ago, a friend gave me a chrysalis he’d found in his garden. It was green and had a shiny gold band near the wider top. He’d thoughtfully run a string through it, so I hung it in a warm, dry place and waited. I took lots and lots of shots as it emerged.
It took a couple of hours for the wings to stretch and dry. When it looked like it might be getting ready to fly, I carefully took it outside and placed it in a safe place in a bush.
I grew up in Ohio. Sometimes, I miss open spaces, fields, woods. The smell of car exhaust and hot concrete doesn’t always do it for me.