Well, this picture is as original, as it is. No finishing at all. (Just to clear up any doubts.)
We were in the garden, and suddenly a butterfly came around us. She was just flying over us again and again, like she wanted to play with us. After a few rounds she decided by my daughter.
Her decision is not a surprise, as I am a big and hairy man, and has nothing to do with flowers… My daughter is called Viola, which (in Hungarian) is a flower name too.
The butterfly (Vanessa Atalanta) flew to the hand of my daughter, and all I had to do is to shoot some pictures with my camera hanging from my neck.
(No, it is not a creative picture in respect of art, but definitely I had the camera right on the spot with me. Grandma still says it must have been a miracle. She did not believe for long the picture was reality, not manipulation.)
And indeed, they became friends. In the afternoons the butterfly came back to Viola, and they were both happy for having a date. But nothing lasts forever: the butterfly disappeared after a few days, and though my daughter was disappointed for loosing her friend, but she was also proud she has been photographed with the butterfly.