Perhaps the sub-title of this piece might be “Flight of the Bumble Bee.” I caught the bee in flight between the two yellow blossoms as he was going about the business of being a bee in a perfect symbiosis with the flowers. The bee behaves as if he were in a zone, focused on the task at hand without regard to time, place or, for that matter, any other mitigating factors that otherwise surround him. The bee functions in the moment doing the thing he does thereby bringing food to the hive and helping the plants to reproduce. The bee, in this sense, is a dual survival machine.





