Nature's Place

The Washing …

Not the prettiest face you ever saw, but she is a beauty. Tireless in her service to our amazing nature.

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I could see no reason for her to be on the ground, no damage or sign of exhaustion. Some things just are.

It took a while for her to steady herself but once up she was inquisitive of her situation, being handled with care.

Raising her up before she fell, time for a shot or two on the way. Quiet little beauty bee, stingless today.

Up on the washing line I had a few clothes. I put her to sit a while and she took to it easy, no worries on her little mind.

Manipulating the cloth for some background and the shot with some detail, she began her cleaning routine.

Wiping down her tongue here, the eyes and antennae get regular attention. Clean and proud is her way.

Careful not to disturb her, my finger the other side of the cloth, shooting from a few inches.

And in the end we take what nature offers. She’s still in charge, despite our best efforts. Trusting intelligence wins out.

Hanging out the washing I noticed movement at my feet. A closer look revealed a honey bee come to rest on the grass. An unusual place for honey bees.

Maybe she was tired from her early morning foraging, just taking a break. More likely she was knocked from the air, as healthy as she looks to be.

After a while I helper her to the jacket I had just hung up, got a few shots and left her to rest, preen and warm up in the sun.

She seemed content to be alive, doing no more than survive as she served her nature, to gather for the hive.

When I came back she was gone. Life moves on, things change, with a little help.

And there’s always some washing to be done.

All’s well in paradise, well enough.

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Butcher Bird …

A windy morning she came to look, and fetch what the possum left behind on the ground. A little feeding in winter goes a long way, to spring.

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Sitting on the rain cap tied on one of the bee hotels. I have seen them take a bee from mid-air as they dove past.

But no bees now, none before late spring rain and heat, November or December, maybe. It all depends …

Hello little one … wary of dropping to the ground for that morsel. But she does, and poses a while.

Hey hey … G’day mate … Thanks for the food, the help, the nourishment …

so called, for their practise of skewering prey and hanging it up for later.

A youngster, interested in what I’m up to in the undergrowth.

After a bit of food dropped by last night’s possum perhaps.

A little pleasure, to have animated nature visit so.

And then she’s gone, that’s wild life, in sense.

No judgement, allows the next event to be.

Without prejudice …

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The Beez …

are dead, long live the beez.

Lion of the garden, a Blue Banded Bee long gone now. No doubt his essence is passed on, maybe next years bees will shine so.

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Disturbed at night, see his spurs … A frog or … might have objection to them. He went back to sleep, from the dream of waking.

Still dreaming, a much bigger bite than at first sight. Instinctive defence from the nights stem climbing predators.

And just for a change, the angle is relative, down is often how they hang. Magnificent little Blue Banded Bee.

Though the actual form is gone the image lingers.

Invoking all the same reactions, suspected real enough.

Like here, appearing to represent something more substantial.

When, after examining the usual places, it appears there is nothing supporting.

Another image, it lingers still, insistent upon acknowledgement, as all life does.

But not to judge the situation, that we make it so, or something else.

The roiling pressure shapes the body, as the mind, in there.

No mystery to the mechanical, but behind, another matter.

Or maybe no matter at all, just requires seeing.

We’ll see … when all’s done, and not.

What ghosts endure.

The sunlight.

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The Last BBB …

This is the actual last one, an image of. Hanging on under a cold full moon recent nights. With a little luck nature will have populated my mud brick hotels for next season, little B’s asleep. I might move them to a warmer location, soon to catch springs morning sun.

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From the recent Bee Purple, you take what shots are available, priority being to leave no footprint in the sand of their sensible lives. Except perhaps the sight and smell and taste of blooming aromatic nectar filled flowers. They do enjoy that.

There appears to be two different kinds of BBB, or is it ages. The dark coloured, full orange fur coated ones being a bit bigger and just looking more mature. I haven’t watched them so close to know, and does it really matter …

Intelligence self evident, only the self absorbed cannot see, lost in the labyrinthine tunnels of a wholly imagined world. Lost to the world of sense, where these creatures reign. Every one a king or queen behind, each in mortal form below, where all does come and go.

of this seasons Blue Banded Bees, around my house anyway. But not the last of the pictures.

It’s been cold and wet and the garden in shade of the mornings makes for a difficult terrain to survive in, for the BBB.

One by one they disappeared over the last couple weeks, not missed as they go, but acknowledged then gone.

The seasons turn with the place of the sun and in our orbital world what turns re-turns.

So in the depths of winter, spring is burgeoning behind the barren view.

Well, it’s all relative, isn’t it.

Until it’s not …

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Bee Purple

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Colder and colder, fewer and fewer, the Blue Banded Bees are making a heroic effort at surviving. They also have the sense to shelter from the cold clear sky at night, hanging from a thread.

Literally, life on a thread for these guys. Always somewhere near the nest where the females would usually be. A few of them about the garden during the day.

Still some flowers blooming on our warm winter days, enough to keep a few bees fuelled up for their frantic paced flight.

Fly little fireball, to the end of … burn up the form with the passage of the sun.

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Seasons End …

No fancy camera work, just what I could get without disturbing them. Don’t want to be the death of any this close to ‘winter’.

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These few are regulars outside the back door now, best shelter from the elements, rain, wind, cold night sky.

Proud little thing, comfortable being a bee, alert for non bee things in the cold dark night.

It’s usually the youngsters have the lighter colouring, smaller too straight from the nest, still coming …

I might set up some background during the day, before they come home to sleep. It might disturb them though.

It’s getting colder now and fewer plants are flowering hereabouts. Time’s up for many a small creature.

The Blue Banded Bee can be found sheltering from the cold dark sky under cover of the star jasmine, holding on to dried out stems.

They won’t give up, that’s not their nature. Come sunrise they will be away once more, seen doing what they do best, buzzing about the gardens nectar pots.

No worries about getting through the winter, no fear of death. None of that nonsense for the intrepid BBB.

Bee knows no psychological past so has no future, no imagination to stir emotion to be lost in.

Bee is what bee does, plus the power, of silence, of stillness behind.

Little beauty beeing.

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Squatters

The BBB likes to make a nest by tunnelling into dry clay, where it’s sheltered from the elements. Females sleep in the tunnels, males roosting nearby, as a general rule.

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From a hole in the side of the mud brick this fly emerged, staggered, looking fresh as … Could be a youngster, I think.

Whatever their normal behaviours are they are unique and amazing little things, no less than the big ones …

This one, a brother perhaps, stumbled out of the same hole and was promptly entangled in a spiders web just below.

Not the first little creature to find itself trapped by nature of another kind, there’s an ant in there too, and that ball …

A mosquito, looks like, ant below it, one leg stretched to the ground, the ball touching it. Ways to die on earth …

This new born bee got its timing wrong, or I need to reorient the brick. It emerged at sundown instead of sunup, and lost its way. I lent a hand …

I made a mud brick with earth from under the roots of a fallen tree and drilled holes for the blue banded bees to nest in.

It took a while for any to take to it this year but a few did and would roost nearby, not a good year for the bees anyway.

In passing I noticed some unexpected activity and bent to investigate. Flies … spiders and others, no surprise really.

Where there’s space for it, life takes form, form dies, and life goes on.

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Blue Banded Bee

Blue Banded Bee asleep gripping a dead twig of the star jasmine on the fence. Under cover from the rain.

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A female, by the four bands, not five, about two metres from the mud brick house cast for her early in the year.

And on the other side of the house – two youngsters in tandem on a flower stem, under the moon. No blue bands yet …

Flash disturbed the one behind, who began to buzz and struggle, as if agitated dreaming. So I backed off …

With all the rain and wind the past couple weeks these little creatures are struggling. But not suffering emotionally, they don’t do that.

They are cognisant of the effort and the hunger, are it, but not a single thought is wasted on it. And it can’t be changed.

The sun will shine again … the flowers will bloom … mud brick homes are available.

Everything changes in time …

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Friday …

Just the one sleeping on a tendril hanging from the fern above the Orange Tail Resin Bee hotel.

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S/he started to buzz and appeared irritated with flash so I pulled back for it to withdraw to darkness once more.

Ok, just one more … from front and below, bee hotel in background. Everybody asleep … for now.

The Blue Banded Bee is much about the garden through the day. Less visible at night though.

The flash can waken them and they fly to the nearest light, not good for BBB. So only a few shots for now.

Maybe when it gets colder and they are more sluggish, and I can find them, I’ll get some more.

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