Originally posted by WPRESTO I sacrificed myself to get a picture of a biting mosquito way back in the film era, intentionally sitting out one night with my left hand on a table, camera clamped on the edge of the table, with only the back of that hand not coated with repellent. Got the shot, it was pretty good, but I would never do it with a deer fly. I remember being bitten several times as a kid at Jones Beach. Maybe I was more sensitive to pain as an eight-year-old, but I would not chance repeating the experience to find out.
For me it was Hampton or Salisbury Beach... the deer fly's or "green heads" could be murderous at times. The ice cold Atlantic waters did help sooth (numb?) the pain... I seem to remember the water at Hampton never got much above 68, even in the summer, heh. Mom would say "when your lips and ankles turn blue, it's time to come out for half an hour". Heh. Fishing out on the rocks on the jetty was always fun... a few things were guaranteed - If you dropped your glass lined thermos, it was toast, you would get bit by a deer fly at least twice, and you would snag your hook on the rocks at least once and have to cut the line.
Oh, and man, those must be really close to get that perspective from a 15mm???!!! What, like an 4 inches away for the bee, and like 2 inches for the fly? Maybe along with some cropping to boot?
See, all that from a picture of a fly.
Eric