Nature's Place

The Woods … and Other Creatures

Siren call, to a bee, or someone who can see …

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Surprise resident, though shouldn’t be, knowing nature occupies every sheltered spot.

And unafraid, apparently at ease with having been disturbed from its resting place.

Time for a few shots, a patient model, going nowhere in a hurry at a pace. A slow pace, pause …

The dome of its colourful and bountiful house. Blooming just beginning on this one.

An almost sweet face, to a mother. … Who knows what nature sees in nature. Surely no unhappiness here.

When the flowers bloom it’s time to visit them, wherever they are. So I came upon them once more, deliberately.

They were a little older, matured, and somewhat bedraggled from the cold and rain. But some still shone.

As I took one in my hand and touched the greenery beneath a big spider ran out and stopped aloft.

Huntsman, looks like, young but already making its way to maturity, being fed enough.

Enough for now, it always seems so in nature. No waste in this apparent wasteland.

Which nature can sometimes appear to be.

But it’s only an appearance.

As you can see.

© Mark BerkeryClick on those pictures for a closer lookand click again.

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