This collection of cell phone clips from July 2017, when I had only one hive, is a little over 30 minutes long. It’s the latest instalment of the scintillating Cell Phone Chronicles. I’m not sure who the audience is for a video like this, but unboxing videos are a thing, so I guess there’s an audience for everything.
Some highlights (I suppose): The video begins with a quick, low-impact, partial hive inspection, probably without gloves. 2:20 — I pull out a foundationless frame. 4:40 — photos of drawn comb and foundationless frames. 5:00 — I block off a hive entrance to see how quickly the bees start piling up (for science!). 12:15 — using moose droppings in my smoker. 13:45 — another hive inspection while wearing shorts. 16:45 — honey bees in slow motion on white clover, followed by some talk about how bees produce lots of honey along with more talk about various aspects of July beekeeping. 22:45 — another hive inspection. 25:30 — spraying a hive down with water to give the bees a drink. 26:40 — a kinda cool slomo shot of me walking with bees flying everywhere. 27:40 — a hive inspection recorded with a fake GoPro camera. 33:00 — an ant carrying away a dead bee. 33:30 — slow motion footage of honey bees on fireweed. If all that’s not scintillating, I don’t know what is. As with most of these cell phone videos, there’s more talk about beekeeping than anything else.
All these video clips focus on a single hive. I had another eight or nine beehives that were in the hands of a friend while I was getting on my feet again after a car accident. Beekeeping, even with a single hive, was one of the best things I had going for me. The pace of beekeeping with one or two hives is slow and it’s quiet and it’s not overwhelming. Exactly what the doctor ordered.
I understand why beekeeping is occupational therapy for so many people, for retirees, obsessive-compulsives, ex-criminals, professors, out-of-work filmmakers, drug dealers, monks — people with lots of time of their hands. A person experiencing the sensory overload that can accompany a traumatic brain injury like I had doesn’t exactly have lots of time on their hands, not in the traditional sense of time, but during moments of normal time, so to speak, an appreciation for the quieter things in life sometimes arises. And beekeeping in a country-like setting is about as quiet as it gets. I was lucky.