Nature's Place

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.

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

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