The paper in the window made the butterfly look like part of a postcard showing the parking lot of a mall or motel.  I think I liked these images for that reason.  My pictures are often feel like postcards, coming from somewhere previously unseen by me, even if elements of them are very familiar.  Sometimes I worry that I am making the same picture over and over again.  That’s how it is to make something.  You have to do it with what is in front of you – where else would you find the components?  And any good story is worth telling twice.