He was lying belly-up by the back door. I think he had only recently passed, because he was in good condition, and still flexible. I figured this was a good opportunity to get some reference photos without getting stung. (Who knows, maybe one day I'll want to paint a bumblebee? I saw a neat block print someone did of one, while researching wood block printing.)
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Sunday, August 07, 2011
Bumble-no-more
I spotted this little fellow while returning the shovel and broom to my mom's:

He was lying belly-up by the back door. I think he had only recently passed, because he was in good condition, and still flexible. I figured this was a good opportunity to get some reference photos without getting stung. (Who knows, maybe one day I'll want to paint a bumblebee? I saw a neat block print someone did of one, while researching wood block printing.)
He was lying belly-up by the back door. I think he had only recently passed, because he was in good condition, and still flexible. I figured this was a good opportunity to get some reference photos without getting stung. (Who knows, maybe one day I'll want to paint a bumblebee? I saw a neat block print someone did of one, while researching wood block printing.)
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