September 1, 2010 § 4 Comments
It’s kind of funny. I want to take pictures but I have nothing to take pictures of, so everyday items end up becoming the focus of my relatively shitty photography.
My mom bought me these butterflies when I was a teenager who didn’t know what she wanted. While I was living at home, they lived on random pictures and posters in my room. When I moved out, I couldn’t bear to get rid of them, so now they live on my nice Ikea lamp which provides the room with a much nicer, more mellow light than the ceiling light does. And now the very faded purple butterfly is home to the orange ribbon my friends and I all wore at our friend Amber’s funeral two years ago and the “Amber’s Angels” bracelet I bought at her bowling fundraiser this year.
It’s rather appropriate, if you think about it.
I know it’s cliche, but butterflies represent the whole afterlife aspect, providing you believe in pretty much any religion that says there’s life after death. And as cliche as it may be, I like it. So I latch onto it.
There’s so much I want to say, but I don’t know how or even where to begin…