What A Feast …
… the garden is. In more ways than one, I know.
To the senses a delight, of colour and form, scent and texture. Then just a little closer and …
… nature knows no pity, no sentimentality, just survival and reproduction. Only the fittest, the fastest, the craftiest endure.
And the wild formless intelligence behind it cannot be denied, while no thing, no body, lasts longer than its time.
I had a dream … that turned out to be a nightmare.
Now I don’t dream any more.
And the dream goes on.
© Mark Berkery ……. Click a picture for a closer look
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Great shots with fantastic detail and color.
Thanks David … The Pany G6 and Oly 60mm macro make good jpg’s together.
Totally amazing ….really insects have got it all thanks again for enthralling and inspiring me!! Trees
Thanks Therese … It’s a wild world in the garden and at our feet.
Gorgeous shots!
Thanks Lilka …
Have never seen a spider quite like that before. Pretty glad it’s the wrong scale to suddenly appear looming over my shoulder.
I’m pretty sure the first two are a female Lynx spider, maybe even the same one at different times – taken 3 days apart. #4 is the male.
At least with a spider you know what you’re getting. The human social equivalent hides in plain view.
Yikes! The insect equivalent of me wouldn’t last a second. Amazing shots, though!
None of us would last long, that’s how important the form is – to the life behind it.
I often look closely at the long strip of grass and weeds overlaying a nearby petroleum pipeline and everywhere I look there arre small black spiders, which I eventually identified as a type of wolf spider. Often cruising through the grass are many ichneumon wasps and in some seasons, tachinid flies. The spiders make a quick kill of their prey, but the ichneumon wasps and tachinid flies lay eggs that will hatch and eat their living prey. I ponder on how any caterpillar or other insect in the grass can possibly survive the intense predation, but know that there is a balance; because without an adequate number of prey insects, there would not be the host of predators. It is a balance I am only beginning to comprehend.
There is an ebb and flow but never an empty space for long, where things be. The greatest imbalance I notice is when we interfere, with clearing, building, mono-culture and chemicals.
Great shots as usual Mark :)
Sitting here looking at these I thought to myself, “If I was an insect I would rather be a hunter/meat eater than one of the hunted”. Then I remembered finding a spider with it’s smaller spider catch the other day.
Nothing is safe in the food chain.
Thanks Lissa. Yep, nobody escapes the machine, or the intelligence behind … :-)