The sunlight on the pear blossoms was ideal. While I stood among them to capture close-ups, I could hear a bee at work. I caught a glimpse of him as he flew by my viewfinder. So I waited as he flitted from flower to flower. I saw him behind the blossoms, then again flying by. I even heard him behind me. Finally, he appeared in my view. I released the shutter at that perfect instant, that perfect nano-second.
