[Pollinator] New Bee Art Photography Book

[Droege, Sam]

New Bee Art Photography Book - Yep, it is out on Amazon and other booky
places as pre-orders (in stores and shipping .... July 1).

Laurence Packer and I put this together over the past year and because:

1. We don't make any money off it, and ...

2. We think that people who do not just below to our secret bee clubs would
like to look at full throttle, illuminated micro-bee-landscapes of bees we
are promoting it.

http://www.amazon.com/…/ob…/ASIN/0760347387/creativepubco-20
<http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/ASIN/0760347387/creativepubco-20>


In addition to exotic and pictorially erotic bee pictures we also peppered
our small text paragraphs with super obscure bee facts, subliminal
conservation messages, completely made up new sexy English names for all
the bees, stories of ancestral bee researchers and plenty of disparaging
remarks about ourselves...., because we are passionate and somewhat
fanatical bee heads who want to share what we get to see every day.

All the continents are covered with examples.


Share away.


And...give it to your Grandmother as she already has enough other stuff.

sam

Duino Elegies

Who, if I cried out, would hear me among the angels' hierarchies?
and even if one of them pressed me suddenly against his heart:
I would be consumed in that overwhelming existence.
For beauty is nothing but the beginning of terror, which we are still just
able to endure,
and we are so awed because it serenely disdains to annihilate us.
Every angel is terrifying.
And so I hold myself back and swallow the call-note of my dark sobbing.
Ah, whom can we ever turn to in our need?
Not angels, not humans, and already the knowing animals are aware
that we are not really at home in our interpreted world.
Perhaps there remains for us some tree on a hillside, which every day we
can take into our vision;
there remains for us yesterday's street and the loyalty of a habit so much
at ease
when it stayed with us that it moved in and never left.
Oh and night: there is night, when a wind full of infinite space gnaws at
our faces.
Whom would it not remain for--that longed-after, mildly disillusioning
presence,
which the solitary heart so painfully meets.
Is it any less difficult for lovers?
But they keep on using each other to hide their own fate.
Don't you know yet?
Fling the emptiness out of your arms into the spaces we breathe;
perhaps the birds will feel the expanded air with more passionate flying.

       -Rainer Maria Rilke

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*Bees are Not Optional*

*Apes sunt et non liberum*
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