The late summer sun beams down into an abandoned pasture. The Ironweed is tall and tipped with bright purple flowers that seem to resemble a fireworks display frozen in mid burst. The plants sway back and forth as if the breeze is shaking them but there’s no wind today. As I step closer I can hear the constant hum of thousands of tiny winged workers. The bees are too busy collecting the pollen to bother with chasing the photographer. However, I don’t to encroach to far into their workspace. I walked up to the closest flower and the huge carpenter bee doesn’t really react to lens hovering just above her head. She checks each bloom one at a time mentally keeping notes about which ones will be ready tomorrow. Unlike the honeybees she is a solitary bee. She loves her neighbors but avoids the hustle and bustle of a hive. She has only her own brood to care for and she likes it that way. As she gave the flowers one last double check she moved into the right position for me to snap the shutter. I take a few more shots so that I can choose the best ones to keep. Then it’s time to let this working girl get back to business and I take my big blue truck to the next destination.

wow — perfect focus on the perfect parts!
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Thank you da-Al ❤
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Stunning photographs. Do you know what the name of this flower is? Purple flowers are my favourite flowers.
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Thank you Sophia ❤
Yes, we call this flower Ironweed because it's very tough. It grows almost everywhere here. You're gonna see more of it in my photos. 😁
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Whoaaaa!!! She’s a star! Not afraid of the camera! Lol. Great photo and skills, as always!
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Thank you Apple Rae! I hope you are having a blessed day today ❤
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I am! Thanks and you’re welcome, Lloyd!
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