Painted Dancer
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Robotic, staccato movement of tiny feet across the flowers. Behind her a trail of silk to anchor.
Big eyed beauty sees all in her world, strangers above a certain size reveal themselves at their peril.
Such confidence she has, or lack of self consciousness – unaware of the sharp eyed crow overhead.
Pure instinctive being, untouchable by discursive thought or emotion – as we know it.
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Pictures …
Smiley … Gecko, hunting in the garden at night.
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Weevil on a rope, strung up to train the passion fruit vine along.
Night-time cockroach eating a dried black plum staked in the garden. Ever hunting antennae.
Another resin bee recovered from the watering can. It takes a while before they can fly again.
Longhorn weevil at sunset on the sunflower stalk. Not yet dark enough to be active.
Small katydid untangling its antennae on the crocus.
Orb weaver spider casting a thread into the night to begin making its web.
Fly on the butterfly bush, enjoying a nectar laced diet.
Longhorn under the light at night. Within range of a prowling gecko.
… of a few creatures from the garden.
Wandering at ease in the nature, see what happens there.
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Shielded …
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See how simple space is, clarifying the thing it surrounds, shaping the form.
See the space, from there sense the form appearing.
Every little thing has its place in the tapestry.
Nothing is disposable, or all of it is.
Feeling the sense of it.
In the space of it.
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Flying Visit
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The fiddler beetle was zooming round the flowers in the garden, frisky little thing.
So when it stopped a moment I was prepared for some fast action on its part.
As soon as I touched the flower head it was on it dropped off.
Survival strategy at times demands a creature plays dead.
It would have unfolded its wings and taken flight …
… but there was my hand to catch it.
Then it dropped from my hand …
… and took to the skies.
Gracefully.
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It is easy to be grateful in this space.
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Nature's Place 
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