Hummingbird moth

That bug came back at twilight so I grabbed my camera, set it to automatic and took fifty shots. The thing buzzes around frenetically from flower to flower back and forth across the planters then again and again. Occasionally it pauses but on the opposite side of the planters where the plants block my view.

I did poorly.

But I'll keep trying. I feel certain it will return. After all, two days in a row makes a pattern.

Maybe it was born here. It might have been one of the caterpillars that chewed up my garden.

What follows is a bunch of really crappy photographs.

Today this is the best one. They're all worse than this.

We photographer types are not easily discouraged. We accept a lot of failure.

Failure is the price of admission.

The trouble is, they come out when the light is failing and that means the shutter cannot be fast enough to capture anything more than a blur.

Unless you use flash and we don't like that.

So we're torn between two worlds. 

The world of art and the larger world of our own conceit.

The bamboo sticks are for Chinese beans. 

Apparently the beans grow up to yard long but so far the vines are just now beginning to reach their maximum length and none have flowered yet. They only get seven hours of direct sun at seasonal maximum. It's getting shorter now. But when they do get direct sun, boy, it nearly cooks them.