I imagine that it must be challenging being a bee - needing to find a plant with perfectly ripe flowers full of pollen, spending a few days collecting it all, fighting with others who want the same thing, then, having to find another plant and do the same all over again. It would be like having to go to a different market everyday but not knowing where it is until you find it.
A quiet day on the arc of the bay.
I added a texture overlay to this image in post-processing to achieve an ethereal feel - better luck next time.
An old tree, partially buried, bleached white by the cycles of storm and tide.
(Note: all images made with cellphone).
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