Spring Time
He, at rest, surveying his domain. A place of ripe smells, dark colours and much mold and fungus. Maybe some alcohol too.
*Click on the pictures for a proper look … and click again
She, enjoying a taste of her domain, belly ripe for extruding the contents. Probably tiny eggs holding the next generation.
The next generation’s eggs being made, impelled. The forces of nature undeniable, to a fly. It’s over soon enough.
They found a place to lay their future’s dreams, driven to succeed. He overseeing the delivery that will see him gone.
But not before the deed is done. A hole poked in the hard Pawpaw skin to facilitate the process. They followed the only way.
To a dense liquid bed for the little ones, full of promise to do what nature does and reproduce to live again in another form.
But not for me and you, who would be true … not to blindly repeat into endless formal life, and strife. … We ride the black light home.
That time, when creatures are driven to repopulate the earth after the big die-out over winter. Earth intelligence at work.
These flies had a distinct advantage in the survival stakes, riding the cold seas in the good ship Pawpaw.
Winter comes to us all, spring comes to us all who survive, not everybody gets some Pawpaw.
Those that don’t will know a brief transition before riding the black side of sunlight home.
No more spring, no more winter, no more Pawpaw.
No more … until next time.
© Mark Berkery … Click on those pictures for a closer look … and click again.
*
*
Nature's Place 
Wonderful photos and words Mark! Each event is a story a life…and is that an almost heart-shaped hole for the eggs?
Thanks Dee. The lives of creatures, great or small, are reflective of our own, if we look to see. There may be a suggestion of a heart shape there but hole was roughly made with a bamboo, to let the creatures through the tough skin.
Great pictures.
They seem to be related to the gnats. They are beautiful to look at.
They do, they are … beauty may be deeper than the surface we see.
Thanks Gerhard.
Two years ago I managed to take clear pictures from gnats and found how beautiful they were.
Well done, and lucky you. So few do see the wonderment.
It seems so.
Some say: Again and again your crawling beasts…others become aware of the beauties.
Others do, after one bee shows the way to the first flower of the season.
I am intrigued by these exceptionally-elegant little flies. I’ve been searching, but the nearest I seem to be able to find are fungus gnats, and they don’t really match yours. I’m wondering if you’ve discovered a new species.
I don’t know either, but they like pawpaw and the mold and fungus that grows on one rotting.
Such masterful writing and photos, Mark.
Thanks Tracey. The early hours are best for these things.
I’ll keep that in mind. :)
When the world is quiet …