Are the blooms any less dazzling after donating?
How grateful can you be for that golden shot of him perching on a fern frond?
What about the camera shy Katidid who pops out from behind a stem and spys on you when she thinks you have put you camera away but she fails to take into account that you have a pocket rocket - well in your pocket.
Or is it the click of a Passionvine hopper as it jumps from one red Dahlia petal to another in search of a droplet of juice?
Or perhaps its the Blue ladybird on a lemon tree, so polished that you can almost see yourself reflected in the mirror of her shell.
Creative Quote of the day.
Love has its own instinct, finding the way to the heart, as the feeblest insect finds the way to its flower, with a will which nothing can dismay nor turn aside.
Honore De Balzac