wishful wisteria

I noticed this week on our 5 mile commute to Ben's school several patches of gorgeous wisteria blooming. As I rode by with my windows down I was nearly rendered intoxicated with their lovely fragrance. I vowed to go back and try and capture their beauty when the lighting was just right, so this evening I packed the kids up at the 'golden hour' of 7pm to go have a play. Little did I know that wisteria is apparently crack for bees. I have grown an appreciation for bees since owning my macro lens and no longer run squealing like the girl that I am when they come near. However tonight, well tonight I not only acted like a squealing little girl I actually had a few moments where I feared for my life. I have never encountered that many bees in the same area that were so very protective of their territory. And I'm not talking about little honey bees. No, these were the Mike Tyson of bees with a buzz that could cause deafness. They were large and very much in charge of their wisteria. I quickly fired off 10 shots and crossed my fingers I got something salvageable.

I am for the most part happy with this image. It's pretty much how I envisioned it when I first saw the wisteria. No matter, it will have to do because I surely won't be going back!