It looked like a white feather, just blowing in the breeze as I walked back from my swim in the sea. There at the foot of the lighthouse, was a moth. Fluffy and white. It was quiet and still, and I quickly realised that it was newly hatched, just waiting for its wings to dry out in the sun.
I met this model over the weekend and he agreed to pose for a short session. (I also learned that he plans to grow up to be a moth and I love moths. He was perfect. I miss him already. I miss camping already.)