It was the hottest day of the year, and I was out on the mountain bike hitting the local trails with fellow artist Rob Walsh. At the entrance to the Rifle Range, Stourport, I rode straight through a colony of white butterflies. Don't worry, none were hurt...they just flew into the air like an explosion of confetti. So I waited for them to calm down, and snuck back, leaving my camera on the ground with them. You can detect patterns in their movements if you watch the whole two minutes.