Early on cool mornings*, bees are in a state of almost suspended animation. They need to warm up before they can move, offering easy photo pickings. The day I took the photo on the left was very unusual though -- there were at least 30 bees in a very small area all hanging upside down off the flowers. It was both eerie and fascinating.
Taken July 21, 2009
Taken July 24, 2009.
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* And yay for unseasonably cool weather, with or without sleepy bees.
There are places that I love to photograph over and over but sometimes a spot I've gone by countless times and ignored just grabs me and won't let go until I've gotten just the shot for that moment. I can't say that the resulting shots are anything particularly special but I always like them anyway. I don't understand why or how this happens but I suspect it's something like when writers say that some meant-to-be minor character suddenly won't leave them alone until they give it a lot more space in the book.
Beech wood fires burn bright and clear If the logs are kept a year Chestnut only good they say If for long ‘tis laid away But ash new or ash old Is fit for queen with crown of gold
Birch and fir logs burn too fast Blaze up bright and do not last It is by the Irish said Hawthorn bakes the sweetest bread Elmwood burns like churchyard mold E’en the very flames are cold But ash green or ash brown Is fit for queen with golden crown
Poplar gives a bitter smoke Fills your eyes and makes you choke Apple wood will scent your room With an incense like perfume Oaken logs, if dry and old Will keep away the winter’s cold But ash wet or ash dry A king shall warm his slippers by