In the next one, I wanted to shoot the stamen of the chicory flower, and the hover fly landed in the last moment.
In July 2009, there was a bad ladybird plague on the Danish island we were visiting. It was pretty at the beginning, but eventually you couldn't step anywhere without smashing countless of them, creating a not very appetizing smell. They flew into your hair, clung to glasses frames, crawled into your clothes, you couldn't sit anywhere or eat outside... also, they bite. I have never been able to like them again, as I did before.