Archive for the ‘Bees’ Category

Looking Back To Early Spring   Leave a comment

Bee and Crab Spider (Photo Bomber) on Brittlebush Blossoms — Image by kenne

Don’t call me a photo bomber

I was here before the bee flew

into the field of view.

— kenne

Nature Doing Its Thing   3 comments

Nature Doing Its Thing — Bee On Prickly Pear Cactus Image by kenne

 

Desert Chicory   Leave a comment

Two Bees On Desert Chicory — HDR Image by kenne

“Those who contemplate the beauty of the earth find reserves of strength
that will endure as long as life lasts. There is something infinitely healing in the
repeated refrains of nature — the assurance that dawn comes after night, and spring after winter.”

― Rachel Carson

Bee On Fairy Duster Wildflower   Leave a comment

Bee On Fairy Duster Wildflower (July 16, 2021) — Image by kenne

The draft of this posting was done in late July before we went on our August road trip.
However, many photos later, just today, I noticed this unpublished draft —
Better late than never.

— kenne

 

Bee On Goldeneye   Leave a comment

Bee On Goldeneye — Image by kenne

“We are plants which—

whether we like to admit it to ouselves or not—

must with our roots rise out of the earth

in order to bloom in the ether and to bear fruit.”

— from Works by Johann Peter Hebel

Bee On Fairy Duster Flower   Leave a comment

Bee On Fairy Duster Flower — Image by kenne

cycles of nature

the depth of winter passes

appearing each spring

— kenne

Shifting Gears   Leave a comment

Bee On Desert Chicory (Santa Catalina Mountains) — Image by kenne

You should always know 
when you’re shifting gears
in life.

You should leave your era,
it should never leave you.

— Leontyne Price

Bee On Whitestem Blazingstar Wildflower   Leave a comment

Bee On Whitestem Blazingstar Wildflower (Mt. Lemmon) — Image by kenne

These first days of summer are like the pail
of blueberries that we poured out together
into the iron sink in the basement —

a brightness unleashed and spilling over
with tiny bell-shaped flowers, the windows
opened and the shrubs overwhelming the house

like the memory of a forgotten country, Nature,
with its wandering migrations and changing borders,
its thickets, woodlands, bee-humming meadows . . .

— from Summer Surprised Us by Edward Hirsch

I Dream of A Quiet Man   1 comment

Fiddleneck Wildflowers — Photo-Artistry by kenne

I dream of a quiet man
who explains nothing and defends
nothing, but only knows
where the rarest wildflowers
are blooming, and who goes,
and finds that he is smiling
not by his own will.

― Wendell Berry 

Fall In The Catalinas   Leave a comment

Fall In The Santa Catalina Mountains — Image by kenne

“Live each season as it passes;
breathe the air, drink the drink, taste the fruit,
and resign yourself to the influences of each.”

— Henry David Thoreau

Bee On Blossom   Leave a comment

Bee On Blossom-75

Bee On Blossom — Image by kenne

Bee on a blossom

A slight stirring in the breeze

Get it while you can.

— kenne

Bee On Yellow Flower   1 comment

“Bee On Yellow Flower” — Image by kenne

“Compassion is an unstable emotion. It needs to be translated into action, or it withers.
The question of what to do with the feelings that have been aroused,
the knowledge that has been communicated. If one feels
that there is nothing ‘we’ can do — but who is that ‘we’? —
and nothing ‘they’ can do either — and who are ‘they’ —
then one starts to get bored, cynical, apathetic.”

― from Regarding the Pain of Others by Susan Sontag

Revisiting Mt. Lemmon Wildflowers #3   Leave a comment

This summer, the Big Horn Fire caused so much damage to the National Forest
in the Santa Catalina Mountains remains closed to the public. Therefore,
hiking and photographing wildflowers in the Catalinas will not be in 2020,
which provides a good excuse to revisit some wildflower photos over the past ten summers.

Honeybee on Sneezeweed Blossom (07/30/14, Mt. Lemmon) — Image by kenne

WATERMARK

In every desert, travelers have dried up in the sun,
with shallow wells of water right below them.
perhaps they left too soon, too young, too desperate to run
towards something or away from something else.

Perhaps they hadn’t learned the way to read the tiny trails,
the watermarks remaining from a people who have gone,
whose hieroglyphs translate — in the direction is a spring 
of sweet water. Look for it. Or is it, listen?

— Diane Thiel

Santa Catalina Prairie Clover   Leave a comment

Santa Catalina Prairie CloverBee On Santa Catalina Prairie Clover — Image by kenne

 

Silverpuff Blossom and Honey Bee   Leave a comment

Bee On A SilverPuff Blosson--72Silverpuff Blossom and Honey Bee — Image by kenne

 

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