Recently I turned my life on its head and left the comfort zone of home town, family and friends in Wellington (NZ), to start a new chapter in Western Australia. As I adjust to my new surroundings, I find myself thinking in the shape of stories and letters home. Feel free to take a seat and read on..

Tuesday, August 28, 2012

Bee lines

It could be said about me that I have a tendency to obsessiveness. My latest obsession has been the pursuit of a "cool" photo of a bee amongst lavender.  I walk past a house daily which sports flourishing lavender bushes on each side of the path to the front door, and currently they are hosting large numbers of bees.  Which is how this particular obsession started.  Since it's virtually impossible to catch a bee being still for more than a millisecond, three things are required here: patience; persistence; and a hot trigger finger.  Actually a fourth and quite important thing would be a better working knowledge of one's camera, but that's a work in progress.
I did remark to my beloved the other day that if our street was busier I might have caused some comment, as I have been leaning over this particular fence earnestly tracking busy little bodies on a regular basis lately.  Maybe I should have knocked on the door and introduced myself, but I think it might be too late now. Yesterday, while I was "just taking one more" I realised that the soft click I could hear was not my camera but the sound of the front door being quietly locked.  Oh dear.  Time to find a new obsession before I get arrested perhaps.