Nature's Place

Everything, the I in it I am, cycles through predictable change over time. Predictable to the objective observer. Most of it is no change at all, just the same old changing, changing the same old way. It’s a kind of change, or it is change itself. Really, the only change that matters is no change at all. Only nothing doesn’t change. And changes everything.

Dewdrops have a special place in the great scheme of change. They only occur at a certain time of day, a certain time of year, of life, when the circumstances are right. The most important of which is that I be there to see.

That makes sense. If I’m not there it doesn’t happen in my experience. And what else is there but my experience? Imagination? So it could be said I make dewdrops, by being there to sense them. Sense makes sense.

I make dewdrops.

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At dewdrop time the bugs are still asleep, for the most part. So it’s fairly easy to sneak up on them though they don’t sleep just anywhere. I have found a place where Dragons sleep, a field of long grass next to the creek-side growth of trees and bushes.

So far it hasn’t been easy getting a good shot with all the grass moving so easily but like anything it takes time to realise the optimal. And in the end that is what is allowed, or given, by a greater power than I. Being, of the well, what else.

My own true nature.

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No dewdrops today so it’s visitors to the marigold.

© Mark Berkery ……. Click any picture and click again to enlarge