I didn’t start out trying to photograph bees. To be truthful I didn’t start out trying to photograph flowers really, but when you live in Western Massachusetts and set outside with a camera, photographing flowers is a forgone conclusion. Once I started photographing flowers, the bees came to me. Quite literally, they settle in the blossoms that I am trying to shoot. Call me the bee whisperer if you will. Today I find myself the unlikely champion of these misunderstood and often mal-aligned creatures. I stick my lens quite literally in their faces (or butts, depending on which direction they are facing) and I have yet to be warned, let alone stung. And we need these ladies, our agriculture depends on them and their other pollinators. Plus, as a sometimes vintner, I have to mention that there is no better sugar to brew with than honey.