It was probably Fate who pushed the half inch layer ice that was on top of the water in dog bowl, to the ground besides the bowl.
That’s where I found it when I was going to my studio this afternoon.
It had the most wonderful textures in it, and I knew immediately I wanted to take a picture of it. I leaned it against the fence so the light would come through it.
I didn’t see the bee, still intact, until I looked at the picture.
Now I wonder if, when the ice melted and the sun warmed him up, he was able to fly away.
