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They come in all colors and sizes, see through wings, thin as rice paper, delicate, yet powerful at mining the nectar that keeps them aloft.
As I focus the lens, they watch me, in return with one of their many faceted eyes, never pausing, their desire for nectar, stronger than their fear of the one eyed one.
From four inches, the sound of the shutter, must be deafening, for their delicate wings, grasp for purchase on the still air, now aloft, continuing their search for more beautiful flowers and the promise of continued flight.
It was a fine day to be out and about with a camera, Fred
As I focus the lens, they watch me, in return with one of their many faceted eyes, never pausing, their desire for nectar, stronger than their fear of the one eyed one.
From four inches, the sound of the shutter, must be deafening, for their delicate wings, grasp for purchase on the still air, now aloft, continuing their search for more beautiful flowers and the promise of continued flight.
It was a fine day to be out and about with a camera, Fred

