Morning

I think it's a fritillary!

The earlier one walks, the quieter it tends to be.  This teeny butterfly was sunning itself, revving up for a day of nectar-caching.  Might have gotten closer but didn’t want to interrupt a vital process.  Lots of crushed frogs and raccoon scat this morning.  But it was so still, it was spooky.  Just 45 minutes later, as the verge of light/dark has moved west, there is a following breeze, like the trail of a woman’s skirt disturbing the dust on a hardwood floor.