Nature’s Place

Night Life

Posted in Fly, Insects, Inspiration, Macro Photography, Nature, Wild Life by Mark on 11/12/2009

Have you ever wondered where all the creatures go after dark? Well, they are just like you and me. In the darkness they find somewhere safe to rest up. I noticed some time ago the flies, and other small creatures, habitually perch at the top of grass stems and other plants in the garden just before sundown. Sometimes in pairs. So that I have been reluctant to mow the grass but that will have to change soon. We are civilized after all. :)

That Time of Year (Life?) …

Posted in Ant, Being, Biodiversity, Bugs, Communication, Death, Ecology, Environment, Fly, God, Hibiscus Harlequin Bug, Human Nature, Insects, Inspiration, Life, Love, Macro Photography, Meditation, Nature, Negation, Photography, Shield Bug, Spirituality, Sustainability, Truth?, Wild Life by Mark on 09/12/2009

… when it could as easily rain as shine. Not good news for the market business, but then there is no good news for the market business except it is actually covering costs, though not technically. Chandler is not the right market for my product but it’s the wrong time of year for making enquiries of the right market, everyone’s busy, too busy. Early new year I’ll try get on the Riverside market where people sell my kind of stuff, original works, prints and paintings, etc.

Maybe. The other point is there is not a lot of money about, or being spent. There is a world recession on after all, a lack of confidence in the future – who can blame them.

Then again it might just be time to pack it in. Can’t tell what’s next from where I am.

The red fly is from the rainforest, a particular spot where there were a few more of his kind. The red Hibiscus Harlequin Bug on the underside of a flower, also from the rainforest. The Squash? Bug chipping away at some hardened white bird droppings along with a posse of ants, must be the nourishment, also in the rainforest nearby. A Lady bug of some kind, hard to keep from blowing highlights with these fellows. Another bug I caught as it ran along a nearby branch, just one shot. And a humble fly, magnificent creatures.