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!