For some reason, this year the bees went nuts on the Russian Sage.
It’s odd, because these flowers are so small . . .
. . . maybe they produce a high volume of nectar.
But, because the flowers are small, the bee don’t seem to stay on them long.
If one is, for example, a photographer, then one gets frustrated by repeated captures of blurry shapes some may describe as lens smudges.
But sometime you get a bee which seems mesmerized with the bounty within the flowers, and you can get a decent shot.
But most of the time, even if at first glance the shot looks good, the little busy bees are blurred.
To date, meaning the last 7 summers we have lived here, this is my only reasonably clear shot of a flying bee. Well, almost clear.
This shot I like . . . sharp flower, sharp bee, decent composition . . .
. . . but the moment it realized what it had done, given me a decent shot, this bee takes off all pissed, and stuff.
Contrast this shot on Salvia flowers . . . the bees sit on there for a good while.
I get giddy when I get shots like these. Yes, I know . . . giddiness is not very manly.
Now, with Bee Balm flowers, the search for nectar becomes an adventure . . .
Yes, a movie . . . not an Oscar winner, or even a contender, but at least I remembered the damn option. Sorry for the shifting focus . . . Hand held, and the lens was on auto-focus.
Thanks for stopping by. I hope the visit was the bee’s wax.
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