If I were a honeybee I’d be all over this fine-looking flower
Day one of bug-streaked windshield today. It’s been a few years since I’ve been here in Ontario to kick the summer off in buggy gut style. I didn’t miss May’s black fly season. Or the horse flies in July. Then again, I distinctly remember flying my bike to work one day on the wings of several thousand gigantic Arctic mosquitoes. It’s impossible to miss bug season no matter where you winter… or summer. In Male, instead of bugs, there were clouds of tiny stinging algae trapped in my wetsuit. If I could, which pest-ridden option would I choose? The latter of course. Any scenario that lands me coated in sea salt, sunning on a dhoni, and headed home for a big lunch is tops; stingy legs or not!
This shot reminds me of a wax encaustic piece I did in Inuvik at the Arts Festival in 2008. That’s where an artist has many pots of hot melty wax. Each pot of wax is colored with pigments of the artist’s choice. A brush applies the wax in blobs and strokes to a piece of wood, then a contraption, which was likely parented by a blow torch and a hair dryer, blows hot air over the surface and melts the colors together to net a very impressionist effect. Of course, this photo looks much better than my first attempt at wax encaustics. WAAAY better.
It was a windy day and I was focusing manually. Best way to ensure in-focus leaf hairs and the least amount of me-induced-movement in a shot is to hold my breath. Seventeen shots of this branch later, I’m slightly blue in the lips and fuzzy in my brain…but not in my photograph!
Three baby rabbits holed up in the garden, sleeping and growing among the dirt and dried leaves. Smart mama built a nest beside the dryer vent and is no doubt watching this photographer from a safe distance.
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