This is one of the lighthouses in Racine, WI.,the other is the spec in the distance.

” … I come here every day, say hello to the butterflies, and talk about things with them. When the time comes, though, they just quietly go off and disappear. I’m sure it means they’ve died, but I can never find their bodies. They don’t leave any trace behind. It’s like they’ve been absorbed by the air. They’re dainty little creatures that hardly exist at all: they come out of nowhere, search quietly for a few, limited things, and disappear into nothingness again, perhaps to some other world.”
― Haruki Murakami, 1Q84

“Oh my dear love is so fragil but also very beautiful … just like a butterfly . Promise me you never put your heart in the hands of savage , but instead give it to another butterfly . ~”
― Dagmar D.l.R

Well, I must endure the presence of a few caterpillars if I wish to become acquainted with the butterflies.”
― Antoine de Saint-Exupéry, The Little Prince

Racine, Wisconsin Marina