Éclat is the name of this picture which belongs to my series of photographs of torn and fading posters on walls or panels. I would like you to imagine it blown up to 4 ft by 7ft on a white wall in a gallery.
Last night a thunder storm. The rain falls vertically. The sound of it as I lie in bed half asleep beating on leaves outside the open window is tranquil and reassuring after the storm.
The small white butterfly is pretty common but so scarce are butterflies hereabouts this summer that the sight of one dancing above the nasturtiums seems worthy of comment. So comment I will. If it were scarce I would be praising the delicate tracery of its wings and the the two brown spots on them which help to identify the species.