Nature's Place

She’s aware of me and seeks to escape my attention. Not from fear but as a habitual response to a peak of activity in her environment.

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After a little while playing with her she stops a few seconds and poses for a shot. Treat them gently and they relax enough.

Love a sense of drama with the dark cloudy background. I suspect they live a largely relaxed life, with the occasional life and death clash.

Everything has or is one, a season. It grows, flowers and fruits, then it is gone.

Of course, the Botany Bay Weevil knows nothing of that.

It is engaged in now, being its beautiful self.

Sensing, unselfconsciously.

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Its instinctive intelligence – as it is in all things – is focussed in its primary senses.

Seeing, hearing, touching, smelling – what enables it to endure here.

So it might fulfil its purpose in being, to reproduce.

As in all things, you may have noticed.

Earth robotics, you and me …

… plus self reflection.

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Reflection on instinct, a recipe for madness, what we got.

Until reflection is on being, something else …

… no-thing in particular, nothing.

Letting what passes pass.

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

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