We rode to and from Junior’s baseball game in Mr. Dump’s car. He parks on the right side of the driveway. That means I have to get out of the car on the edge of the driveway near the holly bush. Tonight, the holly bush was alive with bumbly bees, the big fuzzy wuzzy ones. When I say alive, I mean the bush sounded like it was vibrating. Lots of buzzing. So I tried to be brave and take some bee pictures, which is relatively had to do at dusk, when you need to slow down the lens for the light, and the bees aren’t standing still or posing where you want them to.
It also doesn’t work as well when you don’t have a macro lens. I’m going to make sure I have a macro lens in my basket over at Amazon. And if anyone wants me to take more bee photos for them, they can buy me a lens. See, it’s easy!
I really like looking at bees do their work. Just an odd quirk, I guess. Bumblebees are especially fun, since they move a bit more slowly and aren’t as likely to sting, at least from my experience.
My mom claims you should never kill a bumblebee because a) they make the flowers beautiful (so THEY’RE the reason I can’t breathe) and b) they don’t sting. They are cool to watch, I agree. Yellowjackets and hornets, not so much.