JC Schildbach, LMHC
Okay, when I say bumblebees don’t care about your stupid photos, what I really mean is that the bumblebees I know don’t care about my stupid photos. Maybe the bumblebees you know are willing to pose, and your photos aren’t as stupid as mine.
But the bumblebees I know got sh*t to do. No time for them to worry about my composition or framing or the light, or even sitting still for just a second or two.
With a seven-grillion megapixel camera built into every phone these days, I suppose I’ve gotten impatient with the whole photography process. I see something that looks kind of cool, I snap 4,000 pictures in the space of a minute, from a variety of angles, then look through the shots on my computer, and see if anything is good, or at least good enough to be cropped and otherwise manipulated. If it doesn’t work out, oh well. Digital trash bin.
Not like the days of Fotomat, or dropping your film roles, carefully tucked into an envelope marked with sensitive personal information, into a department store box only marginally different than a garbage can, just to have those carefully-crafted, preciously staged moments returned to you, developed into blurry 3 x 5 mementos or grainy 4 x 6 keepsakes–suitable for framing or shoebox storage–all at a cost of about $12 a pic (adjusted for inflation).
Regardless, I wanted to get some cool pictures of this bumblebee on my tomatillo plants…because I thought of it one morning on an impulse while I was out watering whatever plants needed it. Perhaps predictably, most of my shots turned out like this (yes, cropped and otherwise manipulated) one.
I’ve been overjoyed that there is apparently a local hive of these guys who have discovered the container garden on my deck–because there are plenty of them visiting every day, and they are getting at it. I don’t know that I’d call them peaceful, because they are working so hard, but they seem content in their busy-ness, focused on the task at hand, and not worried about anything that’s not directly interfering. I really wanted a good shot of one with the full ‘saddlebags’ on its legs.
But, this was the best shot of the bunch, in terms of actually being able to tell it might be some kind of a bee.
Since the results of my impromptu bumblebee shoot didn’t convey anything of what I was hoping to capture, I’ll leave you with this. On the day I took these photos, my brain started singing “Bumblebees on my Tomatillos make me happy”…to the tune of John Denver’s “Sunshine on My Shoulders”, of course. So, maybe the syllable count is off, but you can try it yourself. I’ll leave this here for anyone so unfortunate as to not know the song being referenced.
And maybe that doesn’t really speak to you anymore than my rushed photos. Maybe I should shoot some video next time.
At any rate, happy gardening–with wishes that you are staying contentedly busy, or able to enjoy watching the world work its magic around you.