Monday, I got off of work early and headed downtown to enjoy the particularly tepid spring afternoon.  The townies were buzzing up and down the streets as bees laboured through beds of violet and maize blooms.  While sitting between two flowerbeds observing the bees wander through a maze of flowers, I was mesmerised by their virtuosity, dedication, and speed at which they danced to the delicate notes of gravity.

After desperately trying to capture their slyness for a while, I decided to take every shot that day in black and white.  The monochrome images have more depth, since they lack colour.  Personally, I love black and white images.  They leave a bit of the work up to the imagination of the viewer.  Each person can have his or her own unique interpitation of an image.  I reckon that is why I love to draw with charcoal.  A white piece of paper, a piece of charcoal, and an imagination can create boundless depictions with limitless interpitations.

P.S.:  Please let me know whether you like the images all grouped together like this or a few at a time. 

P.P.S.:  Did you think I’d be writing ’bout Obama getting his arse kicked?  Ha!