Words + Images

Last summer, a large bee and I had an altercation in the kitchen.  In short, it could not manage to exit out the window through which it had entered and so it now rests in a jar, frozen in time, quite beautiful, I think, if a little macabre.  Off and on, I have tried photographing the creature but nothing clicked until yesterday when the sun shone “just right.” Flowers both real and artificial reflected on the surface of the jar.  The bee’s wings glowed with iridescent light.  Factoring in curvature and irregular thickness of the glass … well, it was a sight that made me grab my camera.

The biologist in me is kind of curious what will happen over time, but likely what will is happen is that later this spring I will bury the bee in a pot full of flowers or maybe under that big oak tree.  We’ll see …