Full disclosure. I went for a wander this morning and missed all the good shots like the blue swallowtail perched on the orange lantana. Luckily flowers -mostly- stay still.
That swallowtail also landed here.
Flew past these glowing seed pods:
And disappeared into a field where yellow is the latest fad.
And where I got sidetracked into photographing imperfect blanket flowers.
Last November I found a blanket flower still in bloom. The plant was a singleton — possibly a garden escape. Nearly every flower on that plant harboured a native bee. Those bees looked terribly vulnerable to me. Homeless. Exposed. There was a native squash vine growing nearby but it never flowered so I invented a fantasy where the bees were forced to seek an alternate refuge. Today there are dozens of blanket flower plants in that same area. And each one is perfectly imperfect.
Happy May Day to all and humble apologies to the woolly bear caterpillar that landed on my hand and made me not only squeak in surprise but also violently fling it several yards away. Hope your landing was softer than it looked …