Journaling: I finally spotted a completely trashed Julia lying motionless in a planter near the exhibit door. It would have made a pretty strange print, but having never printed a butterfly, I needed the practice. I waited for hours until just before closing time, when no one was looking, before trying to slip the critter into a small box. The dead Julia struggled fiercely as I picked it up - who knew that butterflies were so strong! Startled, I dropped it and it spread what was left of its wings for a last portrait.