Bees always remind me Irving Penn's "Bee on Lips" (1995). There was one buzzing in my room for five days or so, struggling to get out of the space between my blinds and the windows. Today, I captured it in a cup with the help of a wooden sculpture of the Empire State building (as a plank and a nudge in the right direction) and released it outside, where it took flight like the fresh air was a magic tonic.

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