There is something about a ladybug that makes me smile. I don’t know if ladybugs trigger happy memories of my childhood, or if the bold patterns and bright colors simply appeal to my aesthetic sensibility. All I know is that I am happy when I encounter them and I am thrilled when I manage to capture their beauty in an image.
My photography mentor, Cindy Dyer, used to comment that a photo expedition was not a success for me if it did not include ladybug shots. By that modest standard, my photo shoot on Friday afternoon—just hours after a 8-hour transatlantic flight—was a definite success.
Sunday Lady
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Mike Powell 
Beautiful-it looks like it has been painted and laquered.
I’m trying to remember that ladybug song we used to sing as kids- it was quite morbid if I remember (although many of the songs we sang were… )… ladybug ladybug fly away home… your house is on fire and your children are all gone…
Yikes, that a little creepy, but I can’t complain too much. I grew up with the violence of the Road Runner and the Three Stooges.