Beaching

Another image from the Brean Down set. For some reason, this puts me in mind of the final lines from that ultimate distillation of Western philosophy, the Rocky Horror Picture Show:

“And crawling on the planet's face,

some insects called the human race.

Lost in time, and lost in space.

And meaning.”

On The Beach

A few weeks ago, we went for a Sunday afternoon walk on Brean Down. This image of the tide line on Brean Beach was one result.

I really like this image - for reasons that escape me, I find contemplating the various textures of sand and water particularly satisfying. There was an earlier version that cropped out the skyline, but I reinstated it. Although again, I don't know why.

Ill Bee-haviour

This really is the last of these bee images. For now.

Bee - Don't Try to Bee-Come

Another image of a bee-on-a-smoke-tree.

Bee-ing for the Benefit of Mr Kite

Another image of a bee on one of our smoke trees and another might fine pun as a title.

As an aside, there was some sad news this week - Olympus has sold its imaging division to a private equity firm, in a move that has been widely interpreted as an end to the brand as a force in consumer photography.

It also highlights my continuing, unerring ability to pick a loser. For a while now, I've been thinking of moving away from Sony and the obvious course, given that I already own a Pen F, was to replace my Alpha 77 with an OM-D M1. I suppose I should be glad that this news has broken before I need to make the move.

Back to the drawing board, I guess.

Bee-ing And Nothingness

Yet another image of a bee, on what I believe to be a smoke tree, of which there are a couple in our garden.

The Unbearable Lightness of Bee-ing

Right, enough of that tulip nonsense. Its's that time of the year when insects return to the garden, so here's an image of a bee. More to follow.