Nature's Place

Helmed Warrior

Proud little thing. Holding on to a blade of grass as he surveys the terrain, what he senses.

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And on my hand for a while, while I got the blade of grass ready for his consideration.

Up and down the blade he went, undecided on a course or direction. Wonderful coloured helmet.

What goes on in his tiny mind, is it really that small … He doesn’t need much inner space for his functioning.

Pointed little fella. Represented in his horned helm of green. Casting about for indications, of what is important …

While I was inspecting the tree with all the christmas beetles this little fella landed at my feet and proceeded on his (or her) mission, to travel, to feed, to mate and die under the sun and moon.

What we all do in one way or another. And along the way if we get to actually enjoy doing it all, just being here, how lucky is that, and a bit of work.

What a wonderful world … or earth, the simple things being, being simple.

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Jacaranda & Co

Wings still unfolded, he was content to wait out on the end of a projection. Safer that way.

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There’s only one direction danger can come from, behind. As long as you don’t fall off in the darkness.

 

Wave … They often make strange gestures when quiet and alone, exercising their limbs, no doubt.

Here you can see one of its other handicaps, missing lower legs. Who knows how …

And from below … Wing trailing like a cloak for this well dressed beetle.

Eyes feel the need for cleaning. Nature’s creatures spend a lot of time preening, keeping in top condition.

Clearly incapacitated, with no sign of self consideration. We can learn from the fact of nature.

The rain came and soaked the ground, the garden sang out green, and the little creatures came out to play – what they do.

Though there was barely a leaf on the jacaranda tree after a long dry winter it was only a week or so after the rain started it was covered in flowers, famously.

One rainy night I made the most of some christmas beetles knocked to the ground by the force of wind and falling water, some just couldn’t hold on.

Colour and contrast, some of the little beauties in a small patch of nature in the garden.

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Bug Rain …

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It has rained for a week, or more … a tree fell across the drive, revealing rot enough three more have to come down, before they fall.

And on the way down it took the top off another healthy tree, full of bugs, that made its way to a bucket of water, to keep it alive while they …

One day there was nothing but the spider to shoot, who is now running out of flowers to hunt on. The next there was more than I could tell.

Ripples in the pond, a drop wets everything it touches.

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Flying Visit

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The fiddler beetle was zooming round the flowers in the garden, frisky little thing.

So when it stopped a moment I was prepared for some fast action on its part.

As soon as I touched the flower head it was on it dropped off.

Survival strategy at times demands a creature plays dead.

It would have unfolded its wings and taken flight …

but there was my hand to catch it.

Then it dropped from my hand …

and took to the skies.

Gracefully.

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It is easy to be grateful in this space.

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Longhorn …

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Long-horn … after their long antennae, a sense organ they use to detect their world.

It stopped long enough for a few shots, maneuverable for different backgrounds.

A kind of beetle rarely seen in the garden, with its unusual colour.

Then, without warning, it took to the air and was gone.

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Looking in the garden is suggestive of looking inside, when still enough to see.

Down in the pit something moves until focussed, its nature examined.

Eventually it is gone and something else emerges.

Until it doesn’t … if it does, complete.

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Crucified …

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A kind of Beetle only found on the pink Crucifix Orchid, so far. Surveying her domain.

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She loves a good feed of the freshest buds, both with a colourful heart.

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Aware too of the photographer, just doesn’t know me by name.

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Disappearing for days at a time she comes and goes by her own nature’s design.

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Looking good in her yellow jacket, a warning to some perhaps. Pretty on pink …

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Always climbing back up towards the light, where the freshest buds are found.

The rain came followed by a cold snap, here in a sub tropical Brisbane winter, and must have driven all the small creatures into the depths for survival. Those it didn’t kill.

Such is nature, everything in constant flux, no rest in any condition for too long. And of course the weather can be reflective of what’s inside, if you can see it.

Rain to wash away the dust of seasons past, cold to wake you up or knock you down. Nature doesn’t care one way or another, or cares for all the same.

So, Beetle or man, you shake it off or take it on, rise up and start another day.

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Noble Visitors …

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It’s another record year, never been 2015 before, as far as we are aware.

And in the garden it’s been another record, but who’s counting … I can’t help noticing the increase in variety and numbers of insect visitors, especially now the butterfly bushes are flowering and a few years work with the soil is bearing fruit.

It is said the Stag is a noble beast – I remember that from somewhere. Maybe it comes from the old English kings practise of hunting them, they had to be noble for kings to hunt them …

But really, kings are just ordinary men dressed up. Every body is of noble blood, all god – whatever that is – made. And the antlered beetle is no exception.

All god made things, and all things god made. To exclude one is to invite conflict to the mind.

Try maintaining a prejudice, a psychological position, without some conflict appearing.

As within, so without. And nothing is absolute, both ways …

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Coloured Light

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Walking the garden at night with a torch, to see what shows, here and there a little reflective colour glows.

Holding on upside down, a precarious perch, for you or for me, nowhere to go but for certain, of thought it is free.

And after the flash fired and lit up the night, again and again, I went to bed, everything to me was all right.

When from my darkened sleep I went, there she still was, as the sun rose, the night rent, holding a silent pose.

The colour did burst anew, yellow rose, or sun, who knows, hit the flash again for a few.

Then, as the work done was my best, I thought I would give it a rest.

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And Now …

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… for a little light entertainment from the wilds.

The simple elegance and beauty in the form and being of a beetle.

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