On my desktop are a boatload of flower pictures that I need to decide what to do with: upload them to Facebook, put them on this blog, dump them to Flickr, etc. This spring I feel like I have been obsessed with flower photography, moreso I feel like I’m obsessed with getting shots of bees pollinating flowers.
It’s a basic principle of life we learned about in grade school. The flower creates pollen, and bees carry that pollen from one flower to another, thus allowing the flower to reproduce itself. When I bought my macro lens, I saw — for the first time with my own eyes — pollen on the legs of a fly about to be carried to another flower. There was something about that small world that I was intrigued by.
Last weekend I was up visiting my mom and staked out some nearby flowers. On the sunny day of my visit, the flowers had opened to the sunshine and bees were working their magic. This particular bee doesn’t have as much pollen on its body, but I still like all of the detail visible in the little guy.