Perseverance.

Both on the part of the bees and by myself. I’ve spent a leisurely hour in the garden this afternoon watching the bees and doing my damndest to photograph them in their element. Not an easy subject I have to say, and not particularly my forte it seems. They alight on a flower and within seconds they’ve done the necessary, completed the task and flown on, all in the blink of an eye, while I’m still struggling to latch onto them let alone finding a point of focus. As for composing a reasonable picture, well, forget that. I take my hat off to friends and aquaintances who have the patience and the ability to record the ‘little’ things, equipment might go some of the way to getting a better shot but there’s no substitute for ability and it seems, in this genre, I have little. Mind, I can think of a whole heap of things I’d rather not be doing than sat in a sunny garden, drinking tea and shooting bees, if you’ll pardon the expression.