In the Veracruz jungle, a red flower catches a butterfly in a fleeting moment of shared intensity. Together, they pulse with quiet passion, a reminder of beauty in brief encounters.
Along the path to Nace el Agua spring in Actopan, Veracruz, I witnessed a delicate encounter—a butterfly and a flower, perfectly attuned in color, existing in quiet harmony.
The butterfly was poised and still. The flower was receptive and serene. Both were suspended in a moment as fleeting as it was eternal, immersed in a vibrant red that pulsed against the lush green of the jungle.