Nature's Place

Why, oh why?

… do I do what I do, walk in nature, photograph insects, teach relaxation/meditation and macro. For peace of mind is the short answer, I enjoy it.

Relaxation/meditation is the basis for actualising my potential, otherwise I am not doing my best. And if I don’t give of my best, one way or another, I lose it. It’s that simple.

To be in nature, which requires a certain love of nature, where there is nothing man made and where I have something to do that I enjoy, looking – seeing – hearing – smelling – ‘sensing’, is freedom from the world of stress and strain – the mind. Though it’s not ‘for’ anything but being (in) nature, my nature.

Insects are our cousins and are closer in nature to us than the flowers and minerals and so reflect our own nature more closely, and without the complication of emotion. This living reflection is intriguing to observe, since it is my own nature uncomplicated. The flowers are reflective of a deeper nature, a more origional nature.

Many who do it regard macro photography as an expression of the predator civilised, a hunt, and it is, for the hunter. But rather than a hunt I would call it a prayer, not in any ‘religious’ sense but in the sense that to be in nature and capture the image of the more exotic and beautiful creatures requires an increasing knowledge of self, since what they do and how they do it is invariably understandable in terms of self, and a corresponding absence of the ‘human’ in human nature – that incessant naming and emotional consideration that is considered ‘normal’ in our mad world and sets us apart and often against the beings and ways of the earth. The perfect fruit of this way is being, (in) my beautiful nature – because nature is beautiful.

It is a simple way of communing with the god made, and an effective methodical, or instinctive, means of leaving the man made out of it. Methodical means it can be learned. Instinctive means you already know it but may have forgotten it, by covering it over with what complicates.


It, being – nature, is the only real religion, really. :D

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Macro Day Four

At the peak of the Brisbane river floods, safe in the S.E. corner, we went for a walk in the nature and found a few creatures to photograph.

Just myself and Andy, a few couldn’t make it due to the floods. Weren’t we lucky, when so much of Queensland went under water and some died we were virtually unaffected.

And a pleasure it was to have Andy along. I enjoyed it.

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Andy did well judging by his thread on the Macro Meditation Day.

Today’s lesson? Always be prepared, so you won’t be taken by surprise by the details. RTFM. ((:

Well done Andy.

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If anyone is interested in coming along for hands on experience of what and how I do what I do check these links : Macro Meditation Day, Macro Illustrated and Meditate, and email me at contact (at) beingmark (dot) com so you are on the list.

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After relaxing and a short meditation to slow down inside we went to the local bush. Here’s a few of mine from the day. And maybe a few more later.

Crab Spider with Cricket prey.

Burp!

What next?

Sandpaper Fig Beetles mating.

Clown Spider.

Potato/Ladybug


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Green Adventurer

Is there such a thing as a lonesome Cricket?

I don’t think so. Where there’s one there’s a lot, usually. And besides, Crickets don’t get lonely, naturally. If one was to be experimented upon it might be ‘discovered’ what is being sought, but we don’t go to such unnecessary and neurotic extremes. Unnecessary to the simple beautiful sense of things.

In this field of long grass and other plants, weeds to some, were all this Crickets relatives, uncles, aunts, cousins, brothers and sisters – maybe even their dads and mums. Big and small, and every size in between. Light and dark and various colour schemes, they were also all very different from each other. Just like us, in a way, the same but not.

Hopping from stem to leaf and ground and back again, it didn’t take much to disturb them in the sunlight or shadows of green. They weren’t used to people at all. A scramble to get out of the way of the big shadowy giant, me. I gave them a little time to see me and know no danger from me and so they did settle down and I could get a few shots.

Doesn’t mean they didn’t still hop around, since hopping, and eating, is what they do. To eat they hop, makes sense, to me. To hop they eat. With each hop a new discovery. I’ve seen they don’t very often know where they are going to land, so each hop is a voyage in the unknown, unknowable being, and unanticipatable circumstances – except that everything is changeable.

They also get to meet each other, and who knows how who meets who, a mystery. Chance? What’s that but inscrutable design, natural attraction of need to its fulfillment and round again. Since two have to meet to mate and make more Crickets for the next season of long grass, a wonder too. A hop and jump needed here, to make a future out of now. Being now it’s what comes, now. A little magic to the brew.

Each Cricket an adventurer, an adventure in living, the possibilities uncontained, except by form and circumstance made of yesterdays. Cricket is Cricket after all.

And one may show an unusual character, a little different in that he’s not showing anything – normal – at all.

See you later Cricket, me ole mate. ((:

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The Disregarded

There aren’t any, disregarded, unless I personalise. That is ‘I’ disregard something as a form of exclusion. Otherwise everything is loved by something. And loves in turn. Whatever form that takes. The loved and the loving, all is love in the mystery of no-thing. And all are relentlessly drawn to that union. Not as a group or gang, hive or flock, which has its place, but in being, undivided from the wondrous intelligence before the separation into me and not began. Or begins, since the beauty of being is now not then.

It’s why everything dies, and dies into the being of the beautiful Earth where all our existential forms begin to form, and before that still where no form is.

Sort of. ((:

Who cares, really? In the end, as in the beginning, the nuts and bolts are in meditation – on the pure sensation and the practise of being – no-existential-thing.

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This creature came in under the door and ran frantically round the room until it exhausted itself. I suspect the surface of carpet is the equivalent of walking on sand to an insect, not easy. So I picked it up, gave it some water, posed it for a few shots and sent it on its way.

Mole Cricket it’s called. They dig into the earth with those big strong looking claws. And do whatever they do under the earth. I don’t know and can’t imagine but what all creatures do.

The same things you and I do. Did you imagine something else?

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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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Summer Time …

P1480953… and the livin’s easy. Well, livin’s never that but there are many different small creatures about for me to investigate with the camera. And that’s a pleasure, if not easy.

I went down the old Mt Cotton scout camp today for a wander around a few known trails. By the pleasantly aged buildings there is a garden planted by the young boys, I don’t know when. There are many flowers there at the moment and they attract the tiny native bees.

And where one insect goes there are usually more who follow, or just make their own way there. One doesn’t necessarily follow the other, or does it? Anyway, it wasn’t long before I had to give up on the little black bees, they just move too fast. Zip, zip, zip, in and out. I must have got two keepers out of about one hundred shots, not good.

Then I noticed a little black cricket, I think it is. Ninja cricket, I call it, with a short yellow saddle on its back. It was very interested in the small black bees and was slowly making its way towards one on a flower but they were just too fast for it, and not nearly numerous enough to be caught.P1480762P1480776I was looking around for what else may be in the vicinity and there was one of the little brown frogs from early spring, only now it was turning green though not much bigger. It was also in position to catch some black bees, up on the leaf about the flower, but after a few shots it jumped away down the plant.P1480744P1480740P1480736And there was a golden ant taking some of the honey I left out for the bees, which they never touched. Enjoying a long sup of a most wonderful food not often experienced in the world of ant. Food of the gods ant, making the most of it.P1480854A few other creatures came and went. Like the green eyed fly. She landed on my booted foot and slowly made her way up my ankle where I got a few shots. Then she was off to the garden where I got a few more. She had a lazy way about her and at one time she was determined to examine my camera.

She rose up from the greenery and came slowly towards me. At first I thought she was after landing on me and I moved away but she went straight to the camera and walked around it tasting, as flies do. After a while I shooed her away and she landed in the garden again and we both went about our business. She grooming herself and me taking her picture.

As I left the garden for the wilder trails I met a small grey kangaroo, no picture. We have met before and I called out to her and she was hesitant, not knowing whether to run or not. In the end she opted to keep a safe distance of about ten yards but she is getting used to me now. I must remember to bring her some good food next time.P1480792P1480798P1480802_filteredDown towards the water I went to see the wasps at a nest I know of, native wasps. They are small dark hued creatures and like all wasps are alert to any intrusion. I am always careful when in the bush but particularly around wasps as they are very active in defense of their nest. It’s a good idea to give them no cause to interpret any action as aggressive, as they will attack. David and Goliath style.

But their sting is not at all bad, not like the European wasp or paper wasp. It’s like a small electric current that rapidly diminishes, but uncomfortable all the same.P1480692Another fly landed at my feet on the boardwalk around the dam, just two shots of this one. Magnificent creature, colours and form. It is extraordinary the beauty of these creatures up close, that is so easily overlooked by the unaided eye.P1480847A dragonfly also presented himself, lovely young yellow thing. Sat on his perch for me to get a few good shots and away he went. Nothing stays the same for long in the bush. Everything is always moving, staying alive if it can. P1480711_filteredDying if it can’t. Without complaint.

My beautiful nature.

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