Moth Macro seen in my garage for Saturday Critter

 

The moth held its place on the windscreen, a small, improbable presence in the quiet of the garage. When the flash fired, its eyes answered back—fluorescent green, sudden and unearthly, as if lit from within. For a moment, the ordinary glass of the car became a stage, and the night folded itself around this fragile visitor.

There was something intimate about the encounter. The garage smelled faintly of oil and dust, the day fully extinguished, yet here was this insect carrying its own light. The flash did not frighten it away; instead, it revealed a hidden brilliance, a reminder that even the most overlooked corners—a parked car, a closed space—can hold unexpected colour and quiet wonder.

Linking Saturday Critter