I went on a photo shoot with a photo club I belong to (AZ Shutterbugs West) to learn more about macro photography. Many of these pictures were taken after I got home using my new knowledge. Some were taken
at the actual shoot.
When I got home I shot sunflowers, trumpet vines and the bugs I found
hanging out on them. Check it out. These bugs have a beauty all their own. Gods creatures like the rest of us!
How doth the little busy bee
Improve each shining hour,
And gather honey all the day
From every opening flower!
~Isaac Watts, "Divine Songs"
"What do you suppose?
A bee sat on my nose.
Then what do you think?
He gave me a wink
And said, "I beg your pardon,
I thought you were the garden."
~English Rhyme
The next bug really reminds of the bugs by the rain-pool sea in the poem "The Little Land" from A child's Garden of Verses by Robert Louis Stevenson. Thanks to Mom we grew up on these poems and those by AAMilne
When at home alone I sit
And am very tired of it,
I have just to shut my eyes
To go sailing through the skies—
To go sailing far away
To the pleasant Land of Play;
To the fairy land afar
Where the Little People are;
Where the clover-tops are trees,
And the rain-pools are the seas,
And the leaves, like little ships,
Sail about on tiny trips;
And above the Daisy tree
Through the grasses,
High o’erhead the Bumble Bee
Hums and passes.
In that forest to and fro
I can wander, I can go;
See the spider and the fly,
And the ants go marching by,
Carrying parcels with their feet
Down the green and grassy street.
I can in the sorrel sit
Where the ladybird alit.
I can climb the jointed grass
And on high
See the greater swallows pass
In the sky,
And the round sun rolling by
Heeding no such things as I.
Through that forest I can pass
Till, as in a looking-glass,
Humming fly and daisy tree
And my tiny self I see,
Painted very clear and neat
On the rain-pool at my feet.
Should a leaflet come to land
Drifting near to where I stand,
Straight I’ll board that tiny boat
Round the rain-pool sea to float.
Little thoughtful creatures sit
On the grassy coasts of it;
Little things with lovely eyes
See me sailing with surprise.
Some are clad in armour green—
(These have sure to battle been!)—
Some are pied with ev’ry hue,
Black and crimson, gold and blue;
Some have wings and swift are gone;—
But they all look kindly on.
When my eyes I once again
Open, and see all things plain:
High bare walls, great bare floor;
Great big knobs on drawer and door;
Great big people perched on chairs,
Stitching tucks and mending tears,
Each a hill that I could climb,
And talking nonsense all the time—
O dear me,
That I could be
A sailor on a the rain-pool sea,
A climber in the clover tree,
And just come back a sleepy-head,
Late at night to go to bed.
She also has a singing "Bee My Baby" stuffed bumble bee. She is able to sing at almost half of the words to that song. She sings, " Night we met, Needed you so. Had a chance, never let you go, say you love me, so proud of me, turn their heads, where they go. Be my, be my baby, my one only baby, etc" She does a mean alphabet song, eency weency spider and monkeys jumpin on the bed. 
