“Is it possible to become friends with a butterfly?”“It is if you first become a part of nature. You suppress your presence as a human being, stay very still, and convince yourself that you are a tree or grass or a flower. It takes time, … Continue reading Of Beer, Butterflies and Peace
When I took the first photo I was wondering why the bee was not flying away and I thought the pollen basket looked kind of dry but I was in a hurry. I saw the white thing on the lavender bloom and quickly dismissed it as part of a white blossom. But now that I’m looking at it on the much bigger computer screen and – well you see it, too, don’t you? It was murder! The bee is dead. It is a dead bee. The bee has passed on. The bee is no more. It has ceased to be. It is an ex-bee!
In honour of this bee who has shaken off the mortal coil I show the photo without any editing except for a bit of cropping.
And now for the edited photos. Purple is opposite to green on the colour circle – so I thought I play around a bit with the negative tool.