I was angling in on some old purple flowers growing on the edge of our alley. A bee was sitting there quietly, and it's been awhile since I've taken any pictures of a bee. I leaned in.
And then, through the shrubs, I saw him. Just a few feet away.
Looking quietly up at me. I could almost hear him thinking:
Maybe if I just don't move.
I thought the same thing.
And I took his picture.