A Dark Knight on Blue …
… has to be the opposite of a white knight, no? A white knight is the one who kills the dragon, saves the damsel, fights for the justice of the people, and battles the evil from beneath the dark mountain. So a dark knight is a powerful force opposite to that – so it would seem.
Where is this dark knight? Is it an ephemeral entity that can only be seen by the shadow it throws across the land? Or can a finger be put on it, to start to stay its power? Is there a way to recognise it, understand it and diminish it?
Everything we think or do must have its origin somewhere, and if I look ‘outside’ I always come to the same wall – ‘I’ appear before any sign of a knight of either hue. ‘I’ am the seer before the seen. What moves first moves inside and casts the first shadow.
‘I’ am not what moves while I see it. I am not the dark one, though I must be it to pass through it while seeing to separate. And I am not the one of light, not at least until I have passed through the dark. And who knows when this journey ends – the only real journey.
Who am I then, at the beginning and end of time, upon which the dark and the light play?
Mark Berkery … CLICK any picture to enlarge in a new tab, they do look better bigger – FireFox – for me
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Nature's Place 
Stunning colors! I enjoy your work a lot!
Thanks Ashley.
What you wrote reminds me of a great poem by Juan Ramón Jiménez. I’ve copied the Spanish here and followed it with an informal English translation.
Yo no soy yo.
Soy este
que va a mi lado sin yo verlo;
que, a veces, voy a ver,
y que, a veces, olvido.
El que calla, sereno, cuando hablo,
el que perdona, dulce, cuando odio,
el que pasea por donde no estoy,
el que quedará en pié cuando yo muera.
I am not I.
I am the one
who walks beside me but who I don’t see;
who, sometimes, I’m at the point of seeing,
and who, at other times, I forget.
The one who remains calm and serene when I talk,
the one who forgives, gently, when I hate,
the one who walks in places where I don’t go,
the one who will remain standing when I die.
Ha! I am not what I think I am …
So beautiful in his simplicity.
Simple is usually best …
Enigmatic smile…
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Amazing photography
Thanks Simon …
great. amazing
Hi Michael …
It’s photos like these that make me want to throw down and stomp on my own camera…and I mean that in the nicest of ways. :D Gorgeous shot.
It just takes practise Lisa, of the right technique for you with whatever you are comfortable with. The rundown on what and how I do is here : https://beingmark.com/macro-illustrated/ in case it’s of any use to you. Others do it differently …
The intelligence of nature …? Sense!
Mark — Stunning photography. Is this an Australian leaf cutter bee? If so, where abouts in Australia did you photograph the specimen? Enjoyable as always ………. Cheers, Ken
Yes, it is a Leafcutter (AFAIK) Ken. It’s in my garden (Redlands, SE BRIS) at the end of the season – cold enough in the shade to stop it from flying.
That’s a stunning shot.
Thanks Lyle …
An intriguing ouroboros to ponder, Mark. Thank you for the wonderful photo, and for sharing your insight. Interesting how the bee is striped light and dark- like the persona of so many of us still on the path- Wishing you a beautiful day, WG
Ouroborous, there’s truth in that. The difficulty is in seeing the element it all takes place in. Light and dark are just the its impression in sense.
I see the Dark Knight of legend as the dark self, the one hidden in the shadows, testing the self.
Yes, demanding to be mastered …
Beautiful!
In truth …
Amazing macro shot! I find it awe-striking seeing insects so close-up like that! Good post, and you have a very cool blog :-)
Thanks George …
Who is asking the question indeed.
As Watts stated It’s like trying to bite your own teeth.
The trying is in overlooking the obvious …
Thank you! Food for thought as well as a breathtakingly beautiful image…Always a blessing.
Thanks Audrey …