I never paid much attention to butterflies until I got my camera. Oh, I enjoyed them when they fluttered by, but I never really tried to identify them, to track their lifestyle. I took them for granted (gasp!). Now I worry because the cold weather is setting in. Some of my brilliantly colored friends now dip and flit on tattered wings. They take longer breaks on the pebbled ground. Other insects swoop down on them and chase them off the few remaining blossoms. In a short time the butterflies, like the flowers, will be gone. For that reason alone I regret the winter.