Yesterday, I went with David and his two employees, Frank and Ron, to document them treating some hives for Varroa mites. The light in the second yard was perfect for the first 10 minutes that we were there. The bees were in a small clearing in the woods along a busy road. The sun for those 10 minutes was perfectly between two groups of trees. The light, filtered through the tree canopy, fell perfectly onto a few of the pallets of hives.

I spent the whole ten minutes chasing the gorgeous light and hoping David would step into the spots of light. For a minute or two, the entire yard was filled with the lingering smoke from their smokers. Normally the smoke blows away a few seconds after the hives are smoked, but the trees blocked the breeze.

Above is Ron, one of the employees, opening a hive. The story is about David, but as I was crouched there, waiting for David to come over and start working with these hives, Ron came over and started doing them.


Florida at 7 p.m. is perfect.