You know that old saw about stopping to smell the roses? Photography can be something like that, except you lean in with your lens, absorbing all the details. Suddenly there appear all those wonderful bits of life and texture that on regular day are as invisible as the quantum world.
The teeny, weeny grasshopper claimed the coreopsis flower for his own after the painted lady butterfly moved on to its next nectar source. In the earlier photo on the bottom, it almost looks like the grasshopper is ducking while the butterfly feeds.
Nibbled by bugs, de-petaled by deer, this not-yet-in-full-bloom coneflower still maintains its dignity in the quiet spotlight that filters through the canopy.
A burst of coneflower color on a bright overcast day.