The patch of lovely pink coneflowers drew me to them. The pretty flowerbed would make a nice photo. Then I spotted a lone bee atop one of the flowers. It sat motionless, as if resting. The amount of yellow pollen protruding from each side impressed me. I had to snap a photograph before it flew away.
Ironically, the bee stayed still, and I walked away glad that it had caught the attention of these old eyes.
Writer, marketer, columnist, author, photographer, birder, walker, hiker, husband, father, grandfather, brother, son, township trustee, converted Anabaptist, community activist, my life is crammed with all things people and nature and wonder. My late father gave me this penchant for giving and getting the most out of life, my late mother the courtesy, kindness, and creativity to see the joy in life. They both taught me to cherish the people I am with. I try and fail and try again.
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Stunning! Do you ever send your photos to Nat Geographic or other nature sites?
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Stunning! Do you ever send your photos to Nat Geographic or other nature sites?
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Thank you, Audrey. No, I haven’t done that.
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