I didn’t see it this way through the viewfinder — the aquarelle tone and texture of this wasp nest, clutching the painted boards. (Just as I didn’t see the pixie face of a blue damselfly I’d been shooting over a pond — until I offloaded those giant orbs-for-eyes onto my Mac.)

I once worked with a woman who rationalized her purchase of a fur coat by suggesting that a fox would never write a best-selling novel. So the question becomes: would it change your opinion of wasps if you knew they were channeling Cezanne?