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Word of the Week Photo Challenge: Bugs

Posted by joeabbott on July 6, 2013

WP_20130704_004This word saw a lot of people taking super-close-up pictures of any fly, beetle, mosquito or whatnot that came by. All relatively pedestrian insects and the lack of variety sapped my interest a bit. I found a dead fly that I wanted to use a USB camera microscope on, but that wasn’t the same sort of “picture” that I set my heart on taking for this challenge.

Then, as Suzy and I sat on our deck in the backyard, a bee landed on the table and proceeded to wander about for a long time. I had my phone so I snapped away. Enjoy.



One Response to “Word of the Week Photo Challenge: Bugs”

  1. Momma said

    At Uncle Joe’s, there is periodically a fat, slow-moving bumble bee that waddles across his living room carpet! I usually scoop them up and send them flying outside. Uncle Joe’s response is a bit more final for the little guys. I wonder where in the world they come from, as they are usually just in the center of his living room! We both remember catching them in Mrs. Curran’s pink hollyhock flowers, which we’d close over them and then transfer them to a jar whose lid was punctured with air holes. It was such a mighty feeling of power to have a stinging bee for a pet! Momma

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