Butterfly. Watershed. (possibly Little Yellow, Eurema lisa) Near

Butterfly. Watershed. (possibly Little Yellow, Eurema lisa). Near Corporan, Haiti. May, 2009

Hope. Walking along a watershed in the central highland regions of Haiti, we saw scape after scape (mountains beyond mountains) of almost bare land. But things are changing and the butterflies returning, in this case, thanks to the guidance and land management of farming cooperatives like Zanmi Agrikol.

I cannot help but think about the Haitian literary movement, The Society of Butterflies (a new bilingual anthology is a precious piece of work) – writers and poets who were persecuted and banned by the Duvalier regime. This small excerpt is from a poem by Haitian poet Patrick Sylvan, who now lived in the USA and is an instructor at Brown University. [check out this NPR piece about him]. Butterflies hoping and hopping from water puddle to puddle.

Early January afternoon, I stand in my own port of pain
Intertwined with my wife as we moan death-like an incision
To the core. Barbed notes in a soprano’s throat.

from ‘Port of Sorrow’.

Canon 5D MKII, EF 35mm 1.4L USM lens, post processed in Lightroom