Nothing
It’s not a feeling, more an absence. A state that can easily be read as negative though even that can’t be sustained, since there is nothing. This nothing has no will in it and so it is a peculiarity, a singularity. Nothing is undivided.
We’ll see. Nothing?
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I tracked this ant around for a bit and was given a few decent shots. I say given because it keeps me in my place, there is a greater power in charge. Just look at the next creature that appears, it’s mere existence is a miracle – never mind that ‘Take up Thy bed and walk’ stuff.
Just look to see, if you can. And there it is, the miracle of sense. No religion required.
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That Time of Year (Life?) …
… when it could as easily rain as shine. Not good news for the market business, but then there is no good news for the market business except it is actually covering costs, though not technically. Chandler is not the right market for my product but it’s the wrong time of year for making enquiries of the right market, everyone’s busy, too busy. Early new year I’ll try get on the Riverside market where people sell my kind of stuff, original works, prints and paintings, etc.
Maybe. The other point is there is not a lot of money about, or being spent. There is a world recession on after all, a lack of confidence in the future – who can blame them.
Then again it might just be time to pack it in. Can’t tell what’s next from where I am.
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The red fly is from the rainforest, a particular spot where there were a few more of his kind. The red Hibiscus Harlequin Bug on the underside of a flower, also from the rainforest. The Squash? Bug chipping away at some hardened white bird droppings along with a posse of ants, must be the nourishment, also in the rainforest nearby. A Lady bug of some kind, hard to keep from blowing highlights with these fellows. Another bug I caught as it ran along a nearby branch, just one shot. And a humble fly, magnificent creatures.
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An Absence of Impatience
It’s Grasshopper time and the Crab Spider is enjoying the feast as it comes.
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Flight Risk
This weevil was wandering around an aquatic plant in the nearby swamp. I got a few shots as it passed this way and that. It looked like it had something attached to its rear end. I couldn’t see very clearly at the time it had a problem with one wing. It seems one wing didn’t fold as the other obviously did. I suppose it could be a genetic defect though the creature looked like it had been alive for some time, though a defect is not necessarily a detriment to survival. It depends on the defect, doesn’t it?
I followed it around the big leaf it was on and it didn’t seem to be able to find a way to move on, explore as it seemed to for a track or trail leading somewhere. Eventually I left it where I found it, still wandering around the leaf. Not unusual behaviour for bugs, they don’t worry about things like, ‘I’ve been here before’, ‘am I lost?’, ‘what am I going to do if nothing to eat comes along?’
No such emotional nonsense for my little bugs. No siree.
I wonder if the weevil flew away ok? But not really, I don’t invite imagining I don’t need to do.
It’s a flight risk. Flight of fancy.
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Out Of Time
It seems there is little time for writing these days. It’s not as if I am particularly busy – though it seems that way, except for editing the book and mounting and matting photos for selling, and walking in nature capturing images of all sorts of creatures. It’s more that what occupies me, making a go of the photo business, leaves little room for it lately. But it’s an exercise, isn’t it.
I have been finding some unusual creatures lately, unusual for me. But I want to do them justice, justice to their unique qualities, which all creatures have, but some more than others, to me, for now. :)
Here’s a few to be getting on with though. Each a magnificent expression of the intelligence of life on Earth. Each, however seemingly insignificant, essential to the whole. As it is with all things that be.
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A Few Creatures …
… lest I forget. These are some of the wonderful variety of the forms of life to be found at the places I go in the Redlands. The first is a young Nomad Bee, I believe, foraging.
A queen Ant looking to start a colony perhaps? Only one wing left so her options are determined.
A stilt fly on the orange peel out in the back yard.
Clown Spider? From Eprapah, under a leaf next to the red beetles.
An unusual fly.
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Rainforest Flower Weevil
I doubt that’s its actual name, though it is a weevil. It was more turquoise to my eye on the day than it appears here. Maybe the flash had an effect, or the sun.
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A simple Prayer
This little black bee is a first for me. It was 5.00 am and I was in the garden with the camera pointed at some flowers and along came this little beauty with a yellow patch. Then another one came and went. Only at the earliest morning.
I am reading this.
I am the intelligence in the body reading this.
I cannot name this intelligence any more than that. And I don’t need to.
I am nothing to know and I don’t need to know it.
I don’t need to work this out.
I have no problem now because I am not making one now.
I am grateful for that. Now.
Now.
Now.
And any time I see I am anything else I can see I am the pure sensation in this body and that brings me back to now.
Now.
Now.
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Not Dead Yet :)
But first, one of those astounding creatures I see almost every day for your viewing, sensible, pleasure, and to remind you there is more to what you can see. Even if that more is in reality less. Am I making sense? It matters.
I tracked this fellow for some time and caught some real nice shots so decided to post an unusual number of them.
The more you see is the detail that has an existence rendered sensible through the camera device for a snapshot of the otherwise invisible world of vital life, in the psyche, at a place where all has a coherent – to the senses – order. The less is where the detail ends, at the ‘beginning’ you can see now, inside. On the ‘other’ side of anything.
Where sensible order ends and God, dare I say it, begins. Though, in fact, god is in all things, no exception!!
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Amazing isn’t it? The resilience of the human body, or any body – see the frog leap 30 times its length – the fly travel at 100kph hitting or avoiding the debris along the way, just bloody amazing. Especially if you didn’t expect to live that long anyway.
But that’s life. The only undeniable prediction is it will not be denied, will always take some form. As long as there is existence, and I can’t see that ending any time soon. Except maybe in the particular, which is really all there is but let’s not complicate the matter. The particular is the whole, where I am, inside.
So the body just keeps bouncing back, from all the pressures of living, and the accumulated past. The physical pressures are not a problem, just a fact the way light or dark is a fact. It’s silly to have a problem with that.
No, the problem is the past that keeps bouncing back. The past as thought and emotion. But there’s a way to deal with that.
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Do you remember as a kid the way you learnt to bounce the small rubber ball off the ground? At first it was a bit clumsy, bounce and miss, bounce and hit again but off centre and away the ball goes and you have to chase it to bring it under your control again.
But, eventually, you learnt to bounce that ball with ease, even grace. Bounce, bounce, bounce off the floor, off the wall. Wall, floor, wall, floor – bounce, bounce – control. By the practise, as long as there is the capacity. And the exercise is never given to those without the capacity so that’s not an issue, is it?
So you see, it’s just a matter of practise. Right practise!
Practise of the right exercise/s.
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Is there ever an end to the need for practise? If you come to it there is. If you don’t there isn’t. For you, since only your experience is important, to you. Anything else is someone else’s experience, maybe not even that.
Imagination, the curse to be mastered. Then it might, might, be called a blessing, among others. :)
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