At this time of year, bumble bees emerge from somewhere in our flat bedroom. From the chimney? – from some gap. We find them at the window heading for the outside. They are often very sleepy and slow, barely active, but some are more vigorous than others. I put them outside on the windowsill, or outside in the sun if it’s sunny. I like watching the sun bring them to life, the solar energy having a visible effect on their body, the slow radiant emergence to bee totality, and then the satisfying departure into full flight.
Last week, one emerged into a window of condensation and left it’s trace of desire.
Looking at the marks on the window glass, i thought of Martin Prothero’s brilliant work around animal traces – Carbon Light Life