This little fellow followed me home one day, and is still hanging around.

I found this guy lying on my parent’s porch railing. I found (when getting close in) how the micro world is so different from our own. It kind of reminds me of Jonathan Swifts take on perspective in Gullivers Travels. How the Brobdingnagians were just like us (only larger) and Gulliver couldn’t look past the ridges and folds in their oversized skins.

A tiny bee pollinating a Buttercup here in Connecticut

A butterfly in flight.

A bumblebee out on her morning rounds

found her on my windowsill