While waiting for my son at his soccer practice, I wandered around the compound and came upon a tree with beautiful white flowers. As I took pictures of the flowers, I heard a low buzz and felt a whiff of air past my hair.
Bees. Flitting from one flower to the next. A quick stop, one, two, three dips of its head, rub legs together, then off to another flower.
Couldn’t quite get as close as I wanted (some of them were huge!!), but I did manage to get some shots in.