Rest In Patience …
My friend the magpie. He sits and poops just outside my door, waiting for a crumb of my breakfast. He’s welcome …
On a rainy day he is undeterred. Where there’s a will … there’s going to be baby magpies soon.
He’s been chasing off last years youngsters, won’t have them around. Gotta make way for the new.
Lazy day at the jetty … Pelican sleeping.
The butcher-bird comes a calling. And a beautiful song he has too.
Or she, who knows … And they still feed their young from last year. And chase off intruders without mercy.
Closer still, one in particular is unafraid of people. A simple pleasure to engage.
Caught out in the same rain as maggie above. Looking forlorn, but nothing that can’t be shrugged off as need allows.
Ibis, not a pretty bird. Known locally as Bin Chicken, for it’s capacity to eat anything and everything.
Rest, who knows rest, really? Beyond a little here and there. Welcome respite from the incessant activity of the world, of mind.
And patience … I have been told by people looking at my photos “you must have great patience”. But no, I have some capacity for giving up impatience. Patience is a life’s work, unless you are lucky.
So I practice, rest in patience. To keep the light on … full time. And it might stay on full time, we’ll see.
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Winter just suddenly gave way to summer here, no springtime for all the plants and creatures to adjust their clocks.
A sign of our times, no time left. If there’s anything needs doing now is the time. The birds know it, taking cue from nature, their own nature.
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I’ve just started doing other markets than Manly, and in one day sold as many pix as for the previous 10 weeks. The selling season has begun.
I’ve been busy prepping for sales, getting some new stuff printed and ready for framing. The framing already on the way.
It’s warming up … in every way. And cooling down, may be.
© Mark Berkery … Click on those pictures for a closer look …
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More Birds …
Welcome Swallow. Pretty little bird.
Noisy Mynah. Noisy bigger bird.
Young crow, made it through the winter, eater of other little things. The Welcome Swallows were harassing it up on the lamp post.
Rainbow Lorikeet at the bird bath. Caught between movements, lots of doing around the stillness.
Butcherbird, hooked beak for tearing at stuff. More doing. Gotta keep doing til we’re done.
But do we have to do so much, let’s go for a swim with the Pelican brothers and sisters.
Duck, not doing much at all, just getting away from the guy with the camera. Gotta do something …
Welcome Swallow – what’s that down there? Hmmm, we’ll never know.
Young Magpie, getting less jumpy at my back door. Say hello Maggie …
An unexpected visitor. Owl, I’m fairly sure. An uncommon for me night time shot, by torchlight – I’m not equipped for distance night work. She didn’t see me behind the light.
… or nothing much happening.
Winter is just breaking into spring here in Brisbane. Those that have survived are the strongest or the luckiest of their kind. Not that our winters are harsh, but everywhere is itself, not somewhere else.
And with nothing much happening nothing much happens, just survival, which is instinctive anyway. No effort.
It’s when we make an effort that more effort is needed, to do the more that happens when something is made to happen.
The more we do, the more happens, the more we have to do.
Until the realisation dawns, all doing gets is more doing.
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What nonsense is this my lord. Shall we put it out of its misery?
Hmmm, I don’t know Sir Gawain. It might not be as crazy as it sounds.
© Mark Berkery … Click on those pictures for a closer look …
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