Nothing particularly special about this one as far as it goes. But everything about it is special, too. The greens and purples seem such a nice combination. That pollen basket and those wings caught in blurs.
I capture so little of what’s around me with my camera. Looking at this shot this morning reminded me of it. “If a bee is on a flower and nobody is around with a camera, is there still beauty?” Kind of a bastardization of the “if a tree falls in the forest…” But the answer is a resounding YES. Reverberating yes.
Notice and exult. It’s there. It’s everywhere. And it elevates.
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