And he's hovering so hard that you can't see his wings. Down there, on his shoulders, the wings are still a blur as he works amid the pollen. Some of the flowery stuff has even fallen onto the petals, waiting for the next worker to get some stuck on his legs.
I took this picture one morning this past summer as I was leaving swim practice at the Riviera Club, where masses of flowers are lovingly tended by a garden club. I love standing in the flowers to watch the bees work, but I very rarely get a decent picture of them; they seem to have a bit of ADD because, no sooner than I get my little camera focused on one of them at work, than they fly off to another blossom. It must seem like an embarrassment of riches to the bees.
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