Tiger swallowtail butterfly assault on a fragrant mimosa flower. I had dismissed this photograph as badly composed and not properly exposed. Yet, as review my photos, I find myself finding something interesting in this shot. I am not exactly sure what it is. I vividly remember the day. Hot and humid. I remember the smell. Mimosa are very fragrant in bloom. I suspect that the implied motion and the patterns of light and shadows playing on the leaves and stem please me. When on a walk, I rely on instinct. I actual shoot very few photographs. Those that I do, I quickly check the light, eyeball the distance to get a reason depth of field setting, adjust the ISO to ensure that I have as little motion blur as possible, and fire away. I never check the images until I get home. Most of my subjects do not stick around for a second chance.