Boring Butterflies

Hans and I went to Natural Bridges over the weekend. Tons of people were there for the butterflies. I was there to help alleviate my personality order, boredom, which is making me boring. As part of my therapy, I must go do things, and remain witty and honest, when possible. It is a mad world. Here are three photos, two with Han’s backside and some ethereal looking plant shot. As I was creating this post, I saw Han's anger at not being able to see Quicksand in January. Boredom is death. Anger is a gift. Torn between.