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Photographer's Note |
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bee fly n. Any of various flies of the family Bombyliidae that resemble
bees, feed on nectar and pollen, and have larvae that are parasitic on bees. Nostalgia is supposed to be a comforting experience. But I don't have much of a taste for it — there's too much happening right now to get lost in the past. And I'm certainly not a purist when it comes to film vs. digital. But I have to admit — those who say photography today isn't like it used to be...might have a point. For all appearances, this young bee fly appears to be taking off for one of his first days gatherings and spreading.....He was small and he waved as he left me among the thistle...I did mention one other time, didn't I?....My kids used to eat these thistle when they were in full bloom. They told me thistle tasted like bubble gum, which I thought rather odd. I didn't partake myself....My mind was always busied with "other things" we guys did in the wilderness....such as plan a lot...because planning takes rest and thinking. My mother always told me that the best way to get chores done with a large family of kids is to delegate...and I did that well while I was busy "thinking".... So as I saw this small immature bee fly taking off, I thought of the departure of airplanes....no reason to think about them as relates to this? An indirect connection. We are all tied to the web of life...what we do to a part of this web, we do to all. Everything is connected. And in our hearts, we feel it's closeness....... Yes...I continue to paint my pictures. When we get so very close to even the smallest of things, instead of getting sharper, we discover that there is no skin at all. Only a fuzzy thing called logic...hence the notion of "fuzzy logic" which says there are no lines between any of us...nor the air...nor the land...nor this young bee....goodbye young one. Safe Journey.... |
