An Other Life …
Waiting in the darkness to come.
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She was in the way of my walking.
So up on my stick she did go.
To find a new home for her stalking.
… gardeners of an other kind, the web weaving kind.
Strung across the open spaces in the garden, orb weavers work.
To catch a meal on the wind, best caught out in the open, unencumbered by the green.
Down long tunnels of dark space through which many small creatures pass.
Night time, quiet time, death time. Influence cast afar.
In stillness, in the cold light of the full moon.
The stars stopped twinkling.
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This post was scheduled days in advance so I was ready for a house sit on Thursday prior.
Something that was right, not wanted – a small discipline of self, you could say.
Turns out the old dogs are glad for a walk, as long as we avoid the bindi lawn.
The horses love a bit of fruit from a hand, though not all of the four are friendly.
There’s a gym, of sorts, so I can maintain my recently added exercise form.
And the area is dry and cold, so that fits too, to help keep mind in its place.
There’s also a place where little ones go, an old industrial dam …
Just follow the birds and there be the fruits.
© Mark Berkery ……. Click on those pictures for a closer look
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Nature's Place 
I too like spiders. There’s one that often gets trapped in my kitchen sink, so I lean a wooden spoon along the side so she can escape. Works every time, but a walking stick with spider is more dramatic.
It’s a stick of many uses, one being to capture spiders that cross my path – literally – with their webs. So I can relocate them.
It’s good to help the little ones, it’s not killing them when they don’t need killing. And they seem to know sometimes, they are being helped.
Beautiful shots!
Thanks Mike.
Beautiful girl.
Glad to hear the house sitting is working out for you.
Yes, the weirdy beauty.
The sitting serves me for now. It’s good to know it’s available, and not a bad way to get around if that’s a thing.
I seem to recall you mentioned a Pregio van and I said it was too small for me. Well, since then I have looked at many and everything I can get to in time is either overpriced or oversold. Next week a backpacker on her way home may be dropping by with a Pregio for sale. They are cheap aren’t they. Anyway … we’ll see.
No, not me with the Pregio. I had a Kia Carnival which was great for holding all my gear. Just looked up the Pregio and it looks a handy size.
I’m still offered house sits around the place (Kenmore to Bribie) – would you be interested?
It’s the Kia I recalled then, not Pregio. Funny how the mind fills in with its fictions.
House sit offers? Thanks but I don’t like to plan too far ahead and I get offers all the time too – especially just after editing my profile.
Beautiful, Mark! Thanks for sharing your wonderful photos and words; they reinforce the absolute beauty of life on Earth and the need to protect our planet.
Thanks Dee. You know how it is, we don’t appreciate anything given until we lose or break it. But then such loss serves purpose, to realise greater truth. By a process of negation, of attachment to what dies. For surely, what dies is not the truth.
They conduct a public service!
Intrinsic to the balance of life and death on earth. If there weren’t any spiders earth would make them.
very nice!
Thanks …