The lone ranger

This butterfly is from my trip to my parents’ village. I was taking a walk along my uncle’s paddy fields and I saw it fly around and then sit on one of the plants. It sat there for some time and I realized it would be a good shot. And right after I was done shooting this picture of it, it took a flight. I guess it was just waiting there to be photographed after all. It’s quite hard finding a butterfly not around flowers.