Please excuse
yesterday's Red Box distraction.
Back to the topic of photography . . .





I was a Bee worker once. Well, nearly 28 years of once. Looking at a real bee at work puts to shame the drudgery that filled my Bee years. My life as a drone, toiling to satiate the corporate queen, didn't have any pretty flowers.
Day 93 of 365
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