Life on the Wood
One of the places I shoot, the local scout camp, has age old wooden bollards separating cars from grass. So old and weather worn they have become habitats in themselves. These pix are from one of them.
Larva, in and out of all the cracks and crevices.
Pupa, just sat there, as pupa do.
Adult a wandering, here, there and everywhere.
A few were deformed somehow, wings and cases, but still got around.
Dark Predator, she had a nest in a dried curled leaf hanging on the side where she guarded two egg sacks.
Scavenger, tiny ant about as big as half an antennae on the adult Ladybird, actually hung on to the mouth area of the big fella until thrown off at a run, rodeo style.
And the ever present jumping and dancing entertainment.
Life goes on, and on!
© Mark Berkery ……. Click any picture and click again to enlarge
Civilized Ant
Travelling along an old rotting tree that had fallen in the forest, these gentle silver-backed ants. To get them to slow down I gave them a drink. They loved it and also took time to groom themselves, time out from the incessant but unhurried search for food to survive – among their other daily doings.
It’s not all work, to live as long as possible without a wasted effort, just to survive. The simple pleasure of a walk in the woods, or a drink of water without consideration of significance or consequence – real civilization.
The beast, with always an eye on a different moment to now, brought home to the being of sense from the frenzy of mind.
These ants know something, even if they don’t know they know it.
Relaxed is the way to enjoy the simple life.
Truly Civilized Ant. ((:
© Mark Berkery ……. Click any picture and click again to enlarge
Winter Bounty
Happy for a little honey in the dead of a Brisbane winter, is this Green Head Ant. Placed on a Chrysanthemum and left overnight near the nest for them to find. They are more usually meat eaters so it’s not unusual for them to ignore honey.
But it is winter here and the ant’s hunting grounds are a relatively bare cupboard, apart from the cat-got pigeon last week. Even so, there was only the one taking a measure of honey for the hive.
They can be seen patrolling the ramparts of the gardens wooden border throughout the day, or travelling along a grass or plant stem nearby, always in ones or two’s.
This one was available for few shots, graciously.
Ant came, found food, took it home.
A simple life.
© Mark Berkery ……. Click any picture and click again to enlarge
Blue
Is the colour of …. many wonderful things. Flowers and bees, eyes and seas, things and trees. Trees?
Lovely, beautiful blue.
The deep of space where bright stars shine. The deep of the sea which is also green brine. Ooh!
Deep inside where all things weep. Deeper still the weepings cease.
All blue places, and things, at peace.
Blue is cold and blue is calm. It is also a mood of mind, one might say the precursor to sober temperament, I find.
Blue is the colour of my own true ….
Blue is blue, can’t get away from you.
Can’t have too much lovely beautiful ….
Lovely Beautiful Blue.
© Mark Berkery ……. Click any picture and click again to enlarge
An Unusual Death
This fly is on a new metal flagpole at the local scout camp, the diagonal line is vertical. I didn’t notice until I got home the fly is dead. Its mouth part is ‘flat’ against the metal, not just hanging, and it looks to have absorbed something that caused the crystal growth from the joints on the abdomen, maybe.
It was a very windy day but the fly was stuck and the crystals seemed to fall to the pole. A case for Poirot perhaps, or even Sherlock Holmes.
Life is full of wonder, even in death. Or especially in …
Then another fly came along and played around the dead fly, here and there. Turning and twirling a dance so fast and fine. A little beauty, to be sure, where there is no pre-judice.
A little death hurt no one.
An unusual life. To be sure …
© Mark Berkery ……. Click any picture and click again to enlarge
Flap
Here we go!
I can’t do it with you looking!
Are insects self aware? Up to a point, the one where they start to make a problem of living.
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Flower Power 2
Adds colour and contrast to the green or darkness, sometimes a scent, and feels silky smooth – mostly. And beauty, can’t forget the most important part, a little shimmering inside. This one is wonderfully yellow and it has stopping power, to stop an insect, or me, in its tracks.
Flowers feed the small creatures with pollen and nectar and are the precursor to what feeds you and me, fruits, seeds and things. Wonderful little things, flowers. And bugs.
In fact everything rests on the flowers and the bugs that tend them.
And they rest on the one primordial intelligence behind.
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The same intelligence that pervades and upholds all things.
Known and not, that we call God.
© Mark Berkery ……. Click any picture and click again to enlarge
Colourful Life – A Resolution
Not the New Year’s kind. And not the photographic kind either.
Everything has resolution, of a kind and degree. Bugs have it, in that they can be ‘seen’ to one degree or another – and see or sense, depending on a few things. Such as outline, colour, camouflage or not, etc. In fact resolution is of sense, you could say that a thing can be resolved makes it so. And sense is of intelligence, what else. Intelligence as seperate from thought and emotion.
The kind of resolution I am looking at is of a sense that is only born through experience and realization. Experience without realization is doomed to repeat. Whereas realization, of the value of ‘the’ experience, should bring the need for ‘the’ experience to an end. Realization is of the new, or ‘now’ – that mystical moment. If it’s sharp, or resolved, enough.
That’s the key. Enough! For only enough, of whatever, is the end of anything, where there is realization that brings resolution – to change from what repeats.
Am I repeating myself? ((:
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For anything, even a picture, to resolve enough there must the will, enough, behind it. And it can’t be forced.
© Mark Berkery ……. Click any picture and click again to enlarge
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Colourful Life – A Resolution <!–[if supportFields]> DATE \@ “d/MM/yyyy” <![endif]–>3/07/2010<!–[if supportFields]><![endif]–>
Not the New Year’s kind. And not the photographic kind either.
Everything has resolution, of a kind and degree. Bugs have it, in that they can be ‘seen’ to one degree or another – and see or sense, depending on a few things. Such as outline, colour, camouflage or not, etc. In fact resolution is of sense, you could say that a thing can be resolved makes it so. And sense is of intelligence, what else. Intelligence as seperate from thought and emotion.
The kind of resolution I am looking at is of a sense that is only born through experience and realization. Experience without realization is doomed to repeat. Whereas realization, of the value of ‘the’ experience, should bring the need for ‘the’ experience to an end. Realization is of the new, or ‘now’ – that mystical moment. If it’s sharp, or resolved, enough.
That’s the key. Enough! For only enough, of whatever, is the end of anything, where there is realization that brings resolution – to change from what repeats.
Am I repeating myself? ((:
*
For anything, even a picture, to resolve enough there must the will, enough, behind it. And it can’t be forced.
© Mark Berkery ……. Click any picture and click again to enlarge
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