Always lovely to see the Hawthorn trees coming out in their spectacular blossoming, after a winter of them just showing off their–equally photogenic–twisting and gnarled, skeletal and austere-looking structure during their days of basic survival. This is what they hang on for, with their skewed and precarious looking positions, out in the windiest and harshest spots of the landscape.
In these days of unbelievably mega-pixeled digital camera ownership (42 million or so of them!) and lenses that don’t have a softening and spidery fungus growing in them, if you look carefully you can make out a couple of bees in this one, drawn to the bounteous feeding opportunity. And, in the immediate area of the tree, in the darker sky areas and when zooming in tightly, I can make out tiny pale spots which, I think, rather than spots on my camera sensor, is pollen being blown out of the blooms–you may not be able to see that at the resolution I have reduced the images to for posting here.
You can click on the image to fill your screen, there are at least two bees… but I cropped a part showing one of the bees heading for filling his boots from the blossom below.