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THE BEE-KEEPERS' REVIEW 



Nearl}' all of the picUires I take 

 (not all photographs are pictures), are 

 conceived or formed in my mind long- 

 ere I lay hand to the camera. For in- 

 stance, I had long had in mind the 

 making of a marsh scene. I wanted a 

 few rushes and a winding stream in 

 the foreg-round, a few trees at one 

 side, and some woods in the back- 

 ground, and, above all, a sunlit skj- 

 decked with clouds. I had in mind 

 the bringing- of the focus close to the 

 camera, giving the middle distance 

 and backg^round a diffusion of focus, 

 or softness, which creates an atmos- 

 pheric effect — makes the background 

 look as though a long- v\-ay off. 

 Viewed at a distance the picture 

 would somewhat resemble a painting-. 

 I even had a title chosen for it "oun- 

 shine on the Marsh Land." As I 

 travelled about the country, I kept an 

 eye out for my marsh picture. At la ?t I 

 savif it from the car window, a:id I 

 recognized it instantly. I kept the lo- 

 cality in mind, and when ths ideal 

 day came, I packed the camera anJ 

 was off. 



I reached the locality a little before 

 noon, left the camera at the statio.i, 

 and started out to find the best poii.t 

 of view from which to take the scene. 

 Wading through tall grass, with a hot 



July sun overhead, stumbling along 

 from bog to bog, thrusting first one 

 foot and then the other down iutj so iie 

 hidden muskrat hole, and ]-ulling it 

 out all dripping- wit'i blac'c mul — 

 probablj' all this djjs not seen \&:y 

 pleasa.it to the mijority of people, but 

 I was enjoying an enthusiasm that re- 

 garde 1 such mishaps as the merest 

 trille3. 



At last the sp.t wa^ fjunJ, an J I 

 hurried b.u'.c ijr t!i; ciuira. It was 

 now p.ist no^n, but I co-Lildn't wait for 

 dinner, as ihe s-.inshir.e was nj-.v f Jl- 

 ing in c,ca:tly the be^t din.ctio;i. 

 Afier t'.i' camera uas all sjt up, it 

 see.ne.1 as thjugh the opposite bank of 

 t'.i: c.-eelc \vju"d furnish a better vie. v. 

 I iJ.ille 1 off my shoes an 1 stoe'.cings, 

 rolle-1 up my t-o:iiers, w.ide.l a:ros3, 

 a 1.1 £0-i:id it :c.is a bitter view. 



Towards nig-'it I re.LChed ho n? tire 1, 

 h.i.ig.-y aid sad!^' b.draggkd; but 

 where, oh wiie.'e, we.'e the worries 

 aid pe.-ple::ities of business? Swept 

 aw.iy, ai a roiTczing b.^e.-zi sve-pi 

 the duit f.-o;n t!ie street. Then, the 

 n "xt in )rnlng, the.-e vra^ an jther p'.e'^s- 

 ure iii sto.-e; that of sitt'n,'- do.va to 

 work with a brain that, for one d 13', 

 at least, had been completely relaxed. 



Flint, Mich., Sept. 14, 19G4. 



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!©inie5^ mSL WIhi©il©g^Ie< 



BY E. D. TCVrKSEKD. 



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©^HALL we sell our own honey, or 

 ^ send it to the overcrowded city 

 commission merchant, is the question 

 that confronts all honey producers as 

 soon as they beg^in to produce more 

 than enough hone3' for their own and 

 neighbors' use. The editor says that 



when our honej' is produced and ready 

 for the market, our battle is only half 

 half won. I suppose every one will 

 interpret this according to their ideas 

 of selling honey, but there is no ques- 

 tion in m^' mind, thiit he intended to 

 convey the idea that we were all to 



