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 Berkery … Click on those pictures for a closer look … and click again.
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Nature's Place 
The flower and the animal are one
Apparently she agrees with the spider
as long as the pollinator has done its job beforehand
That spider realy enjoyed to be photograhed :-) Nice shots !
Wow, wonderful to see. 🙏🏻
Just lovely Mark, beautiful photos and words…
Morning Dee. Thanks for the kind words. Nature, the sense of it, is truly an oasis to being beset. Not the last word though. :-)