A painted lady visits one of the last cosmos blooms. This hoverfly is about to land on ivy pods–it beats its wings about 130 times per second compared to a honey bee at 230 times per second.
The ivy has been worked over by bees and hoverflies while flowers are having their last go-around of blooms–it is autumn on the Central California coast. Yesterday, I took a few closeups of what has been a common scene for the past month but not for much longer.
My labels: grandfather, father, veteran, writer, poet, photographer and dreamer in pursuit of the meaning of life. Getting close, although I'm running out of time--probably why I'm so close.
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