Each morning the barn has collected a host of moths. Attracted to the lights the evening prior, they stay put and offer opportunity to peruse them as miniature pieces of art. Unlike the butterfly that requires euthanasia to stay still, the moth will stay transfixed under studio lights.
Taking the Popup out for a maiden voyage to the National Forest Campground near Black River Harbor.
“There are moths outside, ready to die for a light they crave but which is denied to them, shielded from them [...] Sometimes, in the midst of all I have been given, I watch the moths in us all. Everybody has a light which they think they cannot live without.”
― Alma Alexander, The Secrets of Jin-shei