You know that old saw about stopping to smell the roses? Photography can be something like that, except you lean in with your lens, absorbing all the details. Suddenly there appear all those wonderful bits of life and texture that on regular day are as invisible as the quantum world.
Whether driving a combine, raising catfish and show horses, or selling honey at the farmers market, in Arkansas, about one in six folks is employed in some facet of agriculture.
More views of culture than you can shake a stick at:
- Laboratory Culture: http://jnynita.wordpress.com/2013/04/27/wpc-culture/
- Cultivating memories: http://ahecticlife.wordpress.com/2013/04/27/weekly-photo-challenge-culture-the-anzac-spirit/
- Food culture: http://lensaddiction.wordpress.com/2013/04/27/weekly-photo-challenge-culture/
- A look at cultures around the world: http://catbirdphotography.wordpress.com/2013/04/27/weekly-photo-challenge-culture/
- Along the Appalachian Trail: http://www.wildernessescapades.com/wp/2013/04/27/weekly-photo-challenge-culture/
- That’s Nawlins for ya: http://sixdegreesphotography.wordpress.com/2013/04/26/weekly-photo-challenge-culture/
Every October, we look forward to the monarch butterfly migration. Two weekends ago, I spent a couple of hours in one of the gardens, ripping out the overgrown mass of foot-high grass and weeds, as well as the dried brown coreopsis and black-eyed Susan stems that were now wrapped tightly by a white morning glory-type vine.
In the midst of the mess were giant goldenrods and bunches of a woody-stemmed, white baby’s breath-looking flowers, all lassoed and pulled to the ground by the little white trumpet vines. A few bug bites and a lot of sweat later, the undergrowth was cleared away and the nectar-bearing goldenrods and white mystery flowers freed and staked to stand tall as a way station for the monarchs’ annual southward migration.
Today, they came to the mountain.
“Journey” is a perfect theme for Easter weekend. It’s a time of hope. It’s the end of one journey and the beginning of another for catechumens and candidates entering the Catholic church. For those celebrating Passover, it’s a journey celebrating deliverance.
There were many journeys on the mountain this week. Flocks of birds whirled in great sweeps from tree to tree. Hummingbirds returned from their central American winter sojourn. On a smaller scale, carpenter bees, bumblebees, butterflies and moths buzzed and fluttered from flower to flower. All of it a great reminder of the renewal of life from the dead of winter.
Be sure to check out the other intriguing,beautiful and challenging interpretations of “journey” at http://dailypost.wordpress.com/2012/04/06/weekly-photo-challenge-journey/.
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April 6 update. Thanks to Amber Tripodi, bee researcher, for setting me straight! “He” is actually a “she”!
SHe’s fuzzy. SHe’s buzzy. SHe and
his her ilk are back with spring.
The ancient art of beekeeping has become cutting edge again, for various reasons. Some people like the grow-your-own aspect of food, others find working a hive to be a meditation, yet others simply like bees. These are shots taken with Jon Zawislak, an apiarist with the University of Arkansas Division of Agriculture, at his hives.