Nature's Place

Rising for flight, not ready yet to sleep.

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Noble creature, in the absence of ignobility, what else.

Jostling for position, an existential need as night rolls in.

Hazardous foraging, resin? stuck on its mouth.

Lined up for sleep, on their current favourite dying flower stem.

Around the old field of bees, now under a foot of wood chips, and new plantings. Remnants of the ancient orders survive, the ancient Orders of Bee.

Out of the wilding darkness they came, in swarms, in oh so ancient of days. To do the bidding of the Lord of the Earth, to set all of the flowers free.

Set to their task untiring, up with the rising of sun, to and fro through the day they would wander,’til rest at last in the cradling peace of Thee.

At sleep or death, the little ones have a silent cry, of joy. To rest at last in the peace of Thee.

© Mark Berkery ……. Click on those pictures for a closer look
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She, laying down a fissure in the bark.

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He, with a piece of leg missing. Could have been in battle – they do.

Looking out for his mate while she lays.

It probably died long ago, the tree, but only matured recently to the point it has become a hot spot for various species of insect.

I have seen how long hard wood takes to break down in our relatively dry climate, so expect this was an epic death, of the tree.

And as it broke down, the bark and the wood beneath, through time and exposure and ‘activity’, it attracted more varied species that lived off the work of the ones before.

These beetles, some kind of longhorn, are doing that. Either the larva will eat rotting wood, or eat other creature’s larva, and be eaten. If you wanted to know exactly what you could.

It’s how we once learned about nature, observation over long periods of time, no quick lab fixes then. And what we discovered was invariably practical to survival and well-being, our own nature.

We looked after what served us, and weren’t careless of the context it occurred in, minimising our footprint.

Haven’t we come a long way in our progression from the simple nature …

And it all occurs in space, inside and out.

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Wonderful woody Shield Bug, with bonus blue sky.

Jewel Bug, wag those antennae at me.

Wandering Weevil on the tree trunk.

Healthy looking fly, a type rarely seen in the garden

Hopper on the dead tree full of life.

Cricket amongst the leaf litter.

She is laying while he appears to be guarding …

Out in the field, on the edge of the forest, myself and Deb – AussieBugs – went exploring. For bugs, what else.

There is always something to be found when you take your time, some places are better than others, everything to its season.

There are no rules but to walk, watch and wait. What presents nobody can design. That’s something you have to rest in, not knowing, and accept what comes.

Everything has its time, learn from whom you can, how you can, and be grateful. But eventually you have to stop looking over your shoulder at what others think is right or good, that’s past, or passed.

In the endeavour to improve, remembering what once was or thinking what others may think, however masterful they may be, eventually casts its own sticky web.

Of course there’s always another angle or composition to be explored, whatever the art.

And it’s all for peace of mind, what else …

© Mark Berkery ……. Click on those pictures for a closer look
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