I believe I’ve mentioned before that we have a beautiful hydrangea with a silly name at the corner of our front porch: Pinky Winky.
It’s in bloom now: an extended process that starts with conical buds, metamorphoses into white blossoms, and gradually shades into deep pink blooms. The fragrance is sweet but not overpowering. I know that because I’ve been keeping it company on the front porch, watching the bumblebees come and go, go and come.
It’s a busy life, being a bee: They hardly alight and they never stop. It makes them difficult photographic subjects. By the time I track where one is, it’s not. But if I hang around long enough, and try often enough, eventually I get one or two shots.
First, while they’re sort of standing sort of still.
Then some fuzzy ones when they’re flying.
And finally, one precious sharp shot of a bee preparing to land.