She Gives Me Butterflies
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Comment by insteps:
The mystery of a snapshot. Thanks

You Name It!
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Comment by cowboy221977:
Hello from the critique club...
As you probably know, I am not a huge fan of abstracts. Wit that out of the way. I do like the black and white in this shot. I don't think that if you had done this in color that it would have near the impact.

Sunbroken
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Comment by bvy:

Originally posted by FlexPix: Is there an eclipse in there somewhere?

You're looking too hard.

Sunbroken
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Comment by FlexPix:
Is there an eclipse in there somewhere?

She Gives Me Butterflies
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Comment by GeorgesBogaert:
What is that. Nothing special really. I hate to give you a low vote, but this picture cannot have more than a 3 from me.

Sunbroken
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Comment by RyanW:
love the halo

Fly
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Comment by ubique:
See the in-challenge comments. Two rejoice in your Fly, while two can think of nothing to say but to tut-tut the lack of sharpness (helpfully pointing it out in case you were perhaps unaware of it).

Which vision is the most wonderful? The rejoicing vision, or the denouncing vision? With which vision would you wish to be blessed? With which cursed?

Moving on, what about Timothy's WS Merwin poem? It could also be said to be slightly out-of-focus in relation to your picture, and yet that unexpected soft shift in point of view is also a kind of rejoicing, isn't it? It was for me, thanks, T.

And what of streetpigeon's "Cheshire smile'? That's rejoice-able rejoicing! Perfect.

Thank you.

Fly
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Comment by tnun:
nonetheless I am minded of a poem by WS Merwin, "Fly." (link)

Fly
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Comment by gintay:
The focus is soft.

Fly
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Comment by streetpigeon:
The fresh light of morning on this butterfly -- as I assume it is -- makes a marvelous highlight against tangled undergrowth. It's a beacon, an arrow, a Cheshire smile. Goes to show that there's no end of wonders to be seen. Glad you've shared this one.