The empty air between us seems
so thick, so distant, as in dreams.
Memory fades to hazy view,
framed in melancholy hue.
Razor’s edge once cut so deep
now
rusts in pools of tears I weep.
I wept-no more-the well is dry,
the burden gone, with wings I fly,
no more bemoan what might have been,
how sadder now the days than then-
still…
above the noise sometimes is found
the thought of you hanging around,
the buzz,
the glint,
the sting,
the scent,
more bitter than sweet.
CherylKp 2018
This fellow and another were determined to be noticed this weekend. So I stood there with my camera taking dozens of shots in manual mode just to capture the essence in one or two images. I was determined too!
Dreaming Reality 
Incredible photos, Cheryl.
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Thanks so much Jennie! I’m so glad to see you here. 😊
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You’re welcome, Cheryl. I’m the one who is glad to be there. 🙂
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Awesome in flight image of the Bee Cheryl!
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Thanks Deborah!
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Your patience paid off. Great shot. The little bugger seems to be posing for you!
🔹Ginger🔹
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I swear it was. Doesn’t it seem to be saying, “ Be sure to get my best side now. “?
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Yes!!! Or, “Do these wings make me look fat?” Lol.
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Right? Lol. That is definitely a she bee thing.
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What a wonderful photo. It seems to take about 1,000 snaps to get a good bee photo. Thank you for your patience and determination and for sharing the results with us.
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Thanks Dan. Next time I’ll try a manual setting with a really fast shutter speed to get a better shot of the wings.
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