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I’m happy to announce I’ll be joining Bees in Art Gallery in the UK,
sister gallery to The Land Gallery, exhibiting artwork by leading artists
inspired by bees and other Hymenoptera.
Bees in Art is curated by Andrew Tyzack, graduate of The Royal College of Art,
London, UK and third generation beekeeper. Andrew runs several beehives and
paints in the East Riding of Yorkshire, UK.
More gallery information and my Bees In Art news announcement.
Here’s a tiny insect Olympian, small enough
to use a blade of grass to do chin-ups,
ghosts of other bees pass by in the background.
This little athlete also appears in my book featuring the world of bees, Bee Dreams.
Watch my confusion and surprise,
as if the whole world has turned to midnight all at once,
whatever mischief I expected,
it was not she I thought to find!
For Kathe
We head into a new decade, while a bee slices
through the humid morning air towards
the empire of the sun.
A spring morning begins with a dance,
a honey bee partnered with her shadow.
A bumblebee climbs through a tiny jungle gym, the random angles of grass blades forming obstacles in the shapes of extinct animals.
A maze of asters, a myriad pollen destinations, the blazing end of a busy day for a bumblebee.
All in a honey madness hotly bound . . .
The crazy-happy, pollen-heavy honey bee above would like to announce the redesign of my bee website, BeeDreams.com.
I’m using Wordpress software not for a blog, but as a CMS, and it should allow me to update and change it often. A big thanks for open-source software and Red at Redworks.
Comments or criticisms are welcome.
“Where the bee sucks, there suck I;
In a cowslip’s bell I lie”
Well, in this case I’m a layabout in a Purple Aster.
With apologies to Ariel and Shakespeare.
Still watching and waiting for spring, one aloof stands sentinel.
The Michigan Beekeepers Association is holding their annual spring meeting in East Lansing at the Kellogg Center this weekend March 13h & 14th. I’ll be there.
Below, a worker bee heavy with a successful morning hunt hurries back to her hive.
“Made it, Ma! Top of the world!” cries the doomed hymenopteron from the tip of a skyscraper stalk in my backyard garden.
