It was so annoying when some people around you thought that macro photography was a strange hobby. They only know that beautiful things are only those that are visible to the naked eye. Often some people are suspicious when they see me doing my job by sneaking around in the bushes.

Look at this great couple! Two lesser grass blue butterflies enjoying their mating season. Their lives may be relatively short, but they know how to enjoy life. They have passion for each other. Share the love; they do that! "Take me with you wherever you go." The female says to the male. "Okay, Honey. Let's do it!" the male replies to his mate. They weave around in a mating position, then perch on some weeds and move like a ballet couple. What a beautiful life they have, even if it's short.

There was a great potter wasp. It was caught in the bushes this afternoon. The solitary insect perched quietly on one weed twig, then on another. It perched in the same way, calm and graceful. Its eyes were large and black. Its jaws were like a bird's beak. I had hoped that the sharp beak would not bite me. Most wasps are aggressive when strangers come near them. But I dared to be near it because I knew it was friendly. I loved the way it greeted me. It deserved love from everyone.

Some tiny bees perched on twigs one afternoon. It seemed they were waiting for something. I wondered what it was. Bread? Of course not. Bees don't eat bread. A few minutes passed, they were still frozen in place. A moment later, some left because they were tired of waiting perhaps. Some were still patiently waiting, me too—for something uncertain.

I always find it challenging to chase jumping spiders. However, I will not give up until I catch one. There is a jumping spider, and maybe this little guy thinks he is the best at camouflage. He can play tricks on others, but not on me. Those two black eyes (although he has several other small ones) can't fool me. My eyes work like a drone camera that always chases wherever he hides. He should close his eyes if he doesn't want to be detected by me. Finally, he became embarrassed. Yeah, he was caught by me. What a handsome little guy.

This is not an ordinary fly, which usually swarms on food, even feces. This one is different from other flies. So elite, special, and has a scary sobriquet: the "robber," or rather the robber fly. I always wonder, why is it known as the "robber?" Maybe it has a bad habit of robbing banks or rich people in the city.