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Autumn Etching with Aquatint |
I
find autumn to be a most fascinating time of the year. Everything seems to
pause while awaiting the first frost and the bitterly cold winds out of the
north that will signal the return of winter. Plants wither and die, trees begin
to shut down causing their leaves to change colour and fall to the ground,
songbirds and waterfowl migrate to warmer climes, and insects, having laid
their eggs and prepared for a future generation, succumb to the cold.
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Afterglow Coloured Soft Ground Etching |
As one grows older it’s not uncommon
to take a bit of time to sit and ponder, and to ask questions as one did when
we were much, much, younger....
We placed a vase of freshly cut bright yellow
sunflowers outside on the table of our rear deck and it was almost immediately
discovered by a bumblebee, and in short order another dozen, or more,
bumblebees. As the days went by and the cut sunflowers, encouraged to continue
growing by replenishing the water in the vase, became home to many of the visiting bumblebees. Many spent the cool autumn nights clinging to the sunflowers in a
state of torpor as if concerned that another bee would take their place on the
flower. Interestingly, none of the bumblebees were at all aggressive. One
could sit quite close to the sunflowers, and although one of the bees might
bumble close by it was as if they failed to view us as a threat, blinded perhaps by their attraction to the rich pollen of the sunflowers.
Sadly, the reason that the bumblebees
were clinging to the sunflowers was simply due to the fact that they were, in a
manner of speaking lost, as their home no longer existed and they were without
order in their lives. By this time the colony from which they’d come had
disintegrated with the death of the old queen and the flight of the new queens,
which were now off locating a place to spend the winter only to awaken in the
spring to produce a new colony.
This got me to thinking what purpose
does this repetitive cycle serve, a cycle that has been repeated countless
times in the mist of the distant past? Certainly, the bee is important to the
pollination of plants, but to simply do something over, and over again, without,
what we humans would call “real purpose”, seems to make no sense. Who, or what decided
that this cycle should be repeated forever?
In my reading I stumbled upon someone
else who’d wrestled with this question and came to a conclusion of sorts: -
(From Leo
Tolstoy’s War & Peace: Chapter IV)
“As the sun and each atom
of ether is a sphere complete in itself, and yet at the same time only a part
of a whole too immense for man to comprehend, so each individual has within
himself his own aims and yet has them to serve a general purpose
incomprehensible to man.
A bee settling on a flower
has stung a child. And the child is afraid of bees and declares that bees exist
to sting people. A poet admires the bee sucking from the chalice of a flower
and says it exists to suck the fragrance of flowers. A beekeeper, seeing the
bee collect pollen from flowers and carry it to the hive, says that it exists
to gather honey. Another beekeeper who has studied the life of the hive more
closely says that the bee gathers pollen dust to feed the young bees and rear a
queen, and that it exists to perpetuate its race. A botanist notices that the
bee flying with the pollen of a male flower to a pistil fertilizes the latter,
and sees in this the purpose of the bee’s existence. Another, observing the
migration of plants, notices that the bee helps in this work, and may say that
in this lies the purpose of the bee. But the ultimate purpose of the bee is not
exhausted by the first, the second, or any of the processes the human mind can
discern. The higher the human intellect rises in the discovery of these
purposes, the more obvious it becomes, that the ultimate purpose is beyond our
comprehension.
All that is accessible to
man is the relation of the life of the bee to other manifestations of life.”
So, I’m back to where I started my pondering, which brings me to
the larger and more troubling question, that of wondering exactly what is our
purpose let alone the purpose of the humble bumblebee.
Autumn, it really is a most fascinating time of the year.
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Autumn Algonquin Watercolour Painting |
