Can nae bee human?

Photography is, for me, more than a mere pastime a lot of the time. I pursue it with a passion that, on occasion, exceeds my fervour for writing songs or playing the uke and when I have the bit in my teeth, hours and hours can fritter away with casual abandon.

Sometimes the results I get make all the effort worthwhile, other times the opposite is true. Sometimes I get shots that I could call great or terrible or artistic or realistic or moody or happy or melancholy or raucous or raunchy or rustic or rubbish or rude. There's a word close to hand to describe nearly every shot I take.

But on a very rare occasion I get a shot that can only be described with one word.

Weird!

As I watched the bee below earlier today, biding my time before releasing the shutter, it seemed  as though it, or something else, was looking back at me!

Plain weird!

More soon ...

Most peculiar, mama!

 

The Autumn Wind and ...

It's always awful when you sense the autumn breeze for the first time, as I did this morning, and with it, the winnowing sense of foreboding that thins all sense of joy - the withering of the sun, the culling of the evenings and the long trudge of descent into the damp dullness of Dublin winter.

For a summer bee like me, it's hard to accept that what was simply common currency these past few months (the endless sun and balm of the greatest summer weather I ever witnessed) has now reverted back to the usual old dull-as-dishwater disappointment of eleven degrees and leafless trees and mucky sodden grass.

I sometimes think our personalities are largely forged by the weather we are dealt. Relentless sun makes us fiery with enthusiasm, relentless snow and ice makes us hard, resourceful and determined. Relentless shit half-arsed squally old bollix makes us ... from Dublin!  :)

Ah, well at least I have my mem-or-eees of my summer bees!

More soon ...

"My fickle friend ... the summer wind"

Lovesick Shay and the São Paulo Cowboy!

Sometimes you play with a guy that brings the best out in ye ... this chap always does!



Ripples thru the clouds ...