Knock, Knock …
‘Who’s there?’
It’s me, Bug …
‘Bug who?’
Buggg, your old mate.
‘Well, come on up old mate …’
G’day fly, me old mate. Howzit goin?
‘Hang on! You’re Ahhgggsassin bug. Bugoff!’
Aww come on, I’m only a little hungry on this cold night.
‘Buzzzz, bzzz, bzz – now where am I going to land, on this bloody …’
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The night is a bloody experience for many a bug. Some cop it, and some are copped – oops!
We are lucky, having come far from our savage nature. Or are we, did we …
Did we just mask the real for the convenient and safe – ish …
To have it stripped by consequences inevitable.
And it all comes from within.
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On that hill there …
What is it?
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Well, what is it disturbs in the quiet of night?
© Mark Berkery ……. Click any picture and click again to enlarge
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Nature's Place 
Your pictures are more like poetry of colors than anything else. I am never tired to see it.
Thanks Bruno. I do my best to simply represent our wonderful nature in its best dress …
Great meeting!
Yes, indeed …
Fantastic capture and well done.
Thanks David …
Astute as usual. And a stunning photo. Best wishes, WG
Thanks WG …
Brilliant shot. You caught the Assassin bug ready to pounce. Don’t know how you do it!
Thanks Lissa. To get the pics it’s a matter of spending the time and having the cam ready to go. Knowing when and where to look helps.
And a few other things … :-)