In the abandoned backyard, we tried to take photos in the waning light of evening, but the bees had not gone. They were flying around lost and looking for the home they used to know. It was eerie and even though we could see our house over the fence, we felt a million miles away.
Today, trucks driven by strangers will begin to demolish the little building and put a giant new one in its place. I can hear the grim hum and occasional beeping of the earth movers next door as they rip up beautiful mature flowering trees. Poor bees. The neighborhood is changing.
Images taken on the D3200 /Processing, trying different things as I get the hang of the new little camera.