With a pair of large wings covered with tiny scales.

{We all of us have wings (III). (Please click to enlarge.)}

{We all of us have wings (III).}

This Monday eve finds me with three things to share.

+ A Kaleidoscope of Butterflies. Yes, we all of us have wings. Butterfly wings have been lent to various collage inhabitants; I am sure they will use them well. Catch them over at The Fox and the Hare where the terribly clever Jurate joins Louise, Elaine and me as we delve into a little collective noun exploration. Some butterflies are cannibals, you have been warned.

+ For Bench Monday. A fear of heights not conquered this time round (the park bench proved an easy conquest) but a fear of making a fool of oneself in public was challenged with good humour. Speedy execution also helped. That said, it appears, upon reflection, as though I am holding imaginary shell to my ear as I listen to the sea.

+ Louise and I are now on twitter for those inclined to follow our madness and mirth for an indefinite spell.

{On foot and in search of a suitable bench.}

{Found! One suitable bench.}

{Quickly, quickly. Whilst no one is about.}

{Nope. This is really too embarrassing.}