Articles tagged with: sun
Fly this fast and the world never looks the same,
the tipsy universe whips by in a wing’s beat.
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Honey bee | Apis mellifera
A spontaneous leap into a new space age,
escaping an exhausted flower, ignoring old sign-posts.
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Honey bee | Apis mellifera
A sharp honey bee on her way to the wild side of the garden,
too chic for her own good.
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Honey bee | Apis mellifera
Returning home with ill-gotten gains,
slicing through the garden,
skyscraper stems bend and sway,
a scale model speeds through space.
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Honey bee | Apis mellifera
A contrast of light and shadow,
an acrobatic space unfolding where
the real cavorts with the imaginary.
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Sparrow | Passer domesticus
One of my honey bee images was published in the latest issue of Greenpeace Magazin
in Germany.
It’s a nicely designed magazine, with some excellent content.
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Honey bee | Apis mellifera
The tough, public face of the 4th annual
National Pollinator Week,
a hunter-gatherer full of pollen to the point
of rebellion, the fruits of her labor
taken to bizarrely stylish extremes.
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Honey bee | Apis mellifera
A miraculous pollen-seeker,
energy enough to exhaust
the average hunter-gatherer,
mixes bravura style and performance
in the greatest American road trip.
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Honey bee | Apis mellifera
A battleship costumed in ocher and black stripes,
Bombus impatiens, animating the everyday
with aster-blasting distraction.
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Bumblebee | Bombus impatiens
Against the dying sun, an experiment in ecstatic abandon,
two starlings tease, challenge and reflect each other,
shadows trailing the twilight comet.
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Starling | Sturnus vulgaris
Warm and cold challenge each other,
recoil from each other,
golds as strident as a trumpet’s cry.
The grackles are back, the blaze of the setting sun
trailing in their wake.
