"A photograph is not only an image (as a painting is an image), an interpretation of the real; it is also a trace, something directly stencilled off the real, like a footprint or a death mask."
Susan Sontag (1933- ); in New York Review of Books 23June, 1977
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These beauties have a very mild cry that would make you feel a soft love and admiration for these. They would hop around from one point to another seeking small insects or something like that to feed on, and sing while searching. Very quick and sudden in their movement, you cannot easily take your eyes and attention off them owing to their peculiarly sing-song cry if not for their deep yellowish-green back and brilliant eyes.
Very few insects are perhaps more beautiful than the
butterflies. The wings with all their colourful patterns do cast a magical
spell on the eyes that see them. When the early-morning dews cling to them they
look colourfully decked in exquisite pearls, and who can then fail to look at
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