An an aster. Usually the backgrounds aren’t so severe…even sere-looking. Strange. Don’t remember what that is. House, maybe, but wrong color. Anyway…enjoy!
Posting early in advance of attending the Arts Festival in St. George, Utah. It’s on Friday and Saturday of this week. Really hope to see and meet some of you there! I’ve got a bunch of neat stuff including the bees that you’re familiar with as well as some wild mustangs, wildlife from a trip to Yellowstone, and a bunch of remarkable birds that I photographed this winter. Stop by if you can.
When I look at the number of bees I’ve shot over the years, seems like I’m heaviest in September. Almost like the bees then…loading up for winter. And both they and I are all over the asters. The difference is they’re right…and I seem to be trying to make up for not shooting as much in May, for example. Introspection can be rough.
Nice face, wing, eyes, ocelli (those three bumps on her head between her eyes are actually eyes – total of five), pollen basket, etc. But the thing that drew me to this pic, odd as it may be, was the chewed-up iris leaf there in the upper left. Mostly just because it’s so typical of a summer day in the garden. Those grasshoppers are voracious…and pretty indiscriminate. Good bee today. Again, click on the pic – it will embiggen (yeah, that’s in the dictionary now) itself. Pretty cool. Now to go back thru the site…
I probably should have been keeping my eye out for a stunner for today. In celebration. Maybe something red. Or bees doing something cute so that I could anthropomorphize a bit. Not feeling it. Back to my cynic’s saw: Live a life that doesn’t require holidays. Give. Remember. Love. Thank.
This one’s a little dark on the bee, but I really like the in-flight shots. Like how the wing’s caught by the camera. And the bee right there on the blossom itself. You can see some detail in the far wing, but it’s also obviously working. Not perfect, but a fun shot for sure.
Last day of 2020. Here’s a shot that I hope represents 2021 in terms of mood and ease and peace. Not sure we’ll get that – but hope is a great thing. I tried to crop this one several times to get closer to the bee but had no luck getting the same feel out of it. So here’s the full picture. Happy New Year!
Nearing the end of this odd, strange, weird year. Hoping 2021 isn’t more of the same. Trying to think of the good that has come out of this year – and hoping my vision will be better looking back than it is looking around right now. Not to say that there haven’t been wonderful things happen. But as a year…it’s been remarkably twisted.
The bees, though, seem to keep being. Not meant to be a pun. Just is. They just are.