Nature's Place

Green Gold Bee

After a while a little luck, it landed on my stick, the easier for me to get a few shots.

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This certainly qualifies as bee activity. Regurgitating liquid takes its full attention, so it doesn’t notice me.

Once it lands and has something to do, after a little time it becomes absorbed and exclusively focussed.

Preening is one of the natural creatures favourite activities. Here ‘wiping’ its feet down its abdomen to the rear – combing.

Caught a little sunshine on the eye, refracting to the colours of the rainbow. A little magical sunlight in the lens.

There’s a place along the way, an opening onto a tidal creek, where people sometimes fish, and birds call loudly after a while.

I sometimes stop there to have a look at the water passing, and anything else that might be, small black crabs peeping from dark holes.

Today, as I came to the edge and looked down I saw a swarm of small bees flashing green in the afternoon sun, flying to the bank beneath my feet.

On closer inspection I could see they were each disappearing into a small hole in the clay, many diggings still visible, at and above the high tide mark.

I stood and looked for a while to see what was happening, and if there was any opportunity for a few shots of these fast moving new-to-me non-stop bees.

Camera at the ready to move in for a shot, I positioned myself and waited to see if any would land on my left hand as I held it outstretched in the sun.

After a while standing still one bee then another landed and did what bees often do, sat and rested, preened and blew ‘bubbles’, but not on my hand.

Instead they started landing on the stick I had set standing in the mud, the one I usually have with me and use for so much besides just a stick.

After a while in the hot sun, bothered now by clouds of tiny midges – you have to endure a little hell for a little gold, one presented.

And another … so I went to work, the easiest part of this particular shoot-out, and took what angles and focus were afforded.

These are some of the best … of this metallic green and yellow masked bee … so far.

Now, if only … but if can never be.

Time’s up … for now.

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

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Little Wonders

Orange Tail Resin Bee mucking about … in the mud left for them to use in sealing up their nest entrances.

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Flower beetle, doing what they do. In this case not a lot … sitting on a leaf, a wandering now and then.

A fine Fly feeding on the butterfly bush flowers. A sup from nature’s cup.

Caterpillar enjoying the native pink crocus flower. They get a pot, I get a pot. Each to their own, more or less.

Bug visitor, didn’t stay for long and didn’t come back. Off journeying in the wild.

In praise of a flower, a Drone Fly bows. They have their season, long gone now.

A common enough fly in the garden, a Greenbottle Fly I say – because it’s more green than blue.

Fairly big Leaf Beetle enjoying a munch on Eucalyptus. What a digestion it must have.

And a little Shovel Head Beetle, on my finger. Landed at my feet while hanging out the washing. Took to the sky after a little sun.

Every little thing perfectly fitted to its place in the great Earth machine.

An expression of intelligence from an unknowable source.

Unknowable, but not beyond sensing and being.

Where there’s the will …

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Karingal …

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is an old scout camp not far from me, with a few dams in interesting terrain, wooded and hilly.

They sure do pick the best spots for their camps. There’s always some trails to ramble and water to sustain the nature.

Though it’s the end of summer, into autumn here already, there’s still a few creatures to be found where conditions permit.

This bug was alone on a leaf by the dam, a youngster by the look of it, with buds for wings. It will probably molt a few times yet.

We molt too, don’t we. By leaving the past behind so the new can be. If we’re lucky.

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Bluey The Fly

What big eyes … and that purposeful structure, of face and eye. Implies something other … maybe instinct, or nothing at all.

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Top heavy but perfectly poised for flight, at rest still. Little spurs and hooks enabling it.

Let the ablutions begin. Those front arms, legs, perfectly fitted to maintain a groomed appearance. Or he’s just loving it.

And the beard, leave no hair uncombed. Though it’s good to break some habits, if habit it be.

Rub those eyes, keeping fresh and alert. Thing is, when he’s focussed on preening he doesn’t see me.

The most skittish fly in the garden. You only have to look in their direction and they’re away.

Sometimes they take off as soon as it occurs to me to take a shot, never mind make a move towards one.

It’s as if they can read intent, and ‘survival’ won’t let them allow me close enough to constitute a threat.

And then there are the times they don’t even see me, rare they be, and I get a few shots before flight.

One thing I’ve practised these years of doing macro, see the fact and accept what comes, and what goes.

This eventually reduces the force of any wanting or trying to an echo of itself, a habit that can be broken.

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