Nature's Place

Coloured

They rained down from the leaves above, one stormy night.

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All I had to do was get out and look for them in the shadows of the garden.

A torch helps to find them, then it’s time to employ the gear and technique.

They were all over the place, different situations and varied colouring.

All with a single purpose, to live and reproduce. That’s nature …

In the dark of night they sought out the higher ground, or what presented as such.

Walking a tightrope some, a precarious existence, but never a sign of distress.

Signs of life though, a certain excitation on the end of an crucifix orchid.

Or the end of a stick, nowhere else to go but onward. To inevitability …

Or to a view of the jacaranda flowers that also fell in the wind of the night.

A spent dandelion is a good place to wait out the darkness, until the sun comes up.

Meanwhile, there’s things to do, mates to meet. Purpose to fill …

It’s a small world sensed by a beetle on my finger, vibrations of another form.

Some with the enhancement of colour by the lens of water. Raindrops to wear …

And time for a break …

There’s a tree in the garden where these beetles live their lives, at least for mating purposes – food to eat.

It’s a new tree, only been growing a couple years. And they aren’t found anywhere else around here.

Other plants in the garden have a similar function, only hosting a certain kind of creature.

It makes sense, one kind of creature for one kind of plant for a certain time or season.

Everything has its time and place, given the conditions it needs to initiate.

But space first and last, or nothing can begin or end.

Here am I, there and everywhere.

Keeping the genie in the bottle.

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Endeavour …

A little green on reflected cloudy blue sky, water. Struggling to keep above and breathing. I lent a stick.

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And on the edge of this life’s scene sits frog, waiting for a juicy green meal. If one comes his way, but maybe not today.

No, not this one, this time … she still has water on her chin and holding down one antennae, but she’s on the way.

Ever attentive frog, never knowing where or when the next meal, or mate, may be. But follow the signs, there be …

… and there it be, if only we could see. And off she goes, antennae untangled, gait picking up a pace, striding out.

And the ever vigilant frog, sees much by sitting still. But green beetle is not for frog this day, not today o lord.

Today is time to climb the peaks, see what’s to be seen above and beyond. If there’s anything there at all …

And frog doesn’t give up either, in his way. Frogs way is not the way of green beetle, different and the same.

Different peaks, same climb … to live and die and evolve, just may be … and nothing to see actually looks beautiful, blue.

But what’s this, another frog … is there any respite from frog, for a green beetle? As long as beetle keeps climbing.

But, but, what’s this? You said … there’s danger at every turn. And you never know what direction life’s coming from.

… not the ship, the state if you like, of being behind the happening. Of never giving up, like life …
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This little green beauty was struggling in the water, so I helped her out.
At first she was quiet and immobile, from the exertions of survival probably.
But it didn’t take long for her to wake up to the possibilities and recover her strength.
She was away, hither and thither, exploring her newly recovered life, on a stick.
At some point I let her away onto the greenery and she wandered off into the nature.
Then I saw it, the little tree frog, from another time, night time …
… and what’s that under the leaf she stands upon, one more battle …
… to win or lose, who knows what may be.
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Hidden Jewel …

A very handy tool, the walking/monopod stick. This little thing doesn’t think how lucky she is. A hint of the colour to come.

She just does what she is moved to in the circumstance of being cold and wet. Dry off and warm up.

And so she goes, stretching out those wings, wiping down antennae, what it ‘feels’ it is to do.

For a little variety she wandered off to a nearby leaf and climbed out on the stem, a little exercise.

Showing off her colours, hidden jewel of blue behind the wings and shields to a dangerous world.

Not undamaged, she has lost a leg and chipped a shields edge – see earlier pictures – but undaunted.

My dauntless nature, upside down, out on a limb, no concern beyond the immediacy of being what she is.

A wonderful little creature, of colour and form, of function and action. Broken legs can’t keep her down.

Not today darling, maybe another … And she spread her wings, took to the air and on her way.

A windy day and there’s bound to be something struggling to survive in the swimming pool.
Nature is full of accidents, things or damage happening to creatures and things they wouldn’t go looking for.
This ones accident is my luck, and lucky for this one I was around. Lucky all round today then.
Sometimes you have to go fishing to catch a fish. Or digging to find a jewel.
It’s a metaphor. Hmmm …
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Homeless …

A beetle of some kind, the colourful kind, found making its home behind loose bark on a gum tree in the local bush. Just the two of them.

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Wonderful colours, and they didn’t flee for safety from the light. Content to let what is be without too much ado.

Not built for raising their head up, though eyes are placed to see regardless. Earth intelligence designs its nature.

Free of concern for tomorrow, no worries on this little fellows mind. Beetle just being beetle, without a single thought.

No, not really … These creatures are at home wherever they are found. At home as home can be in these times.

A while back I started looking at alternatives to how I was living. One option was to find a van or campervan and do some travelling.

That didn’t work out for whatever reason and another option was suggested, house sitting, which I wasn’t much taken with at the time.

Well, now I have taken the first steps in a venture into house sitting and it’s … what it is. What can I say, challenging to the familiar …

Still looking for a van too, for its very practical value in this big country, and in case I do some house sitting further afield.

We’ll see … the small creatures don’t mind where they find me. No self reflection to kick off the caring.

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Whatever happens, there is always the space it happens in, inside – that’s good. Or there’s the sensation inside – that’s neutral.

And by focussing on this first, the other stays in perspective and returns to original form – whatever that is.

It’s a meditation …

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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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