Let me start with, I am not sure if this is a butterfly or a moth. All I know is it flittered down in front of me, and paused long enough for me to snap two quick images. Back when I was a wee-penguin I spent a week at a summer camp near Port Austin Michigan. One of my tent mates was an avid butterfly collector. He had the nets, the killing jars, boards, mounting pins and an encyclopedic knowledge. Looking back at it I had a crush on him. He was so bright and interested in arcane subjects.
I bought a guidebook, and a net. I tried chasing butterflies and moths. They are fast, hard to catch, and if you are stuck in one place as I was on the farm at that time, there are only so many varieties around. I gave up.
Later in life I have learned to be patient, and wait for what comes by. I have to keep my eyes open, but I don't pursue. If I get the picture I do, if I don't, there will be next time. And concentrating on photos is much more humane than collecting specimens.
When was the last time you paused to watch whatever came by?