Nature's Place

Yellow

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Flower Power 2

Adds colour and contrast to the green or darkness, sometimes a scent, and feels silky smooth – mostly. And beauty, can’t forget the most important part, a little shimmering inside. This one is wonderfully yellow and it has stopping power, to stop an insect, or me, in its tracks.

Flowers feed the small creatures with pollen and nectar and are the precursor to what feeds you and me, fruits, seeds and things. Wonderful little things, flowers. And bugs.

In fact everything rests on the flowers and the bugs that tend them.

And they rest on the one primordial intelligence behind.

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The same intelligence that pervades and upholds all things.

Known and not, that we call God.

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Colourful Life – A Resolution

Not the New Year’s kind. And not the photographic kind either.

Everything has resolution, of a kind and degree. Bugs have it, in that they can be ‘seen’ to one degree or another – and see or sense, depending on a few things. Such as outline, colour, camouflage or not, etc. In fact resolution is of sense, you could say that a thing can be resolved makes it so. And sense is of intelligence, what else. Intelligence as seperate from thought and emotion.

The kind of resolution I am looking at is of a sense that is only born through experience and realization. Experience without realization is doomed to repeat. Whereas realization, of the value of ‘the’ experience, should bring the need for ‘the’ experience to an end. Realization is of the new, or ‘now’ – that mystical moment. If it’s sharp, or resolved, enough.

That’s the key. Enough! For only enough, of whatever, is the end of anything, where there is realization that brings resolution – to change from what repeats.

Am I repeating myself? ((:

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For anything, even a picture, to resolve enough there must the will, enough, behind it. And it can’t be forced.

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Not the New Year’s kind. And not the photographic kind either.

Everything has resolution, of a kind and degree. Bugs have it, in that they can be ‘seen’ to one degree or another – and see or sense, depending on a few things. Such as outline, colour, camouflage or not, etc. In fact resolution is of sense, you could say that a thing can be resolved makes it so. And sense is of intelligence, what else. Intelligence as seperate from thought and emotion.

The kind of resolution I am looking at is of a sense that is only born through experience and realization. Experience without realization is doomed to repeat. Whereas realization, of the value of ‘the’ experience, should bring the need for ‘the’ experience to an end. Realization is of the new, or ‘now’ – that mystical moment. If it’s sharp, or resolved, enough.

That’s the key. Enough! For only enough, of whatever, is the end of anything, where there is realization that brings resolution – to change from what repeats.

Am I repeating myself? ((:

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For anything, even a picture, to resolve enough there must the will, enough, behind it. And it can’t be forced.

© Mark Berkery ……. Click any picture and click again to enlarge

Cold Cold Sun

The weather in Brisbane is lovely this time of year. Now the run of rain has more or less broken, the sun is warm and the wind is cold. It is winter here after all. Although this means there are much fewer creatures about to photograph it is a welcome break from the summer’s heat, naturally.

The light is still bright but I don’t have to squint to see and walking in the nature has fewer hazards, such as the mozzies – still here, only fewer.

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Some small creatures are still attracted to the light at night and the flowers beneath it. Truly wonderful creatures, yet so easily overlooked. And it is so in their most colourful clothes their lives are shortest. A brief flowering of form, to do what must be done – this is existence after all, in preparation for the death that inevitably follows.

It could be seen as sad but that’s not so. Death is not the end we think it is. An end, surely, to all that sense – colour and form. But a new beginning too, for life inside. Existence is a tunnel of events and circumstances and it only requires that it be traversed, with an eye on the greatest value, whatever that is for one – you or me. No morality please.

And the greatest value is to undergo the effects of existence without the holding on that just makes more effects that then have to dissipate or die. Surely? That’s being new, being now.

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Death on my mind? Only in passing.

Passing what must be passed.

A little death. ((:

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A Dark Winter Sunshine

May be a strange title for a post written in Brisbane, Australia, but it is what is perceived that counts. The cold has settled on the nature here and the small forms of life, the bugs of all kinds and sizes, have all but disappeared. That doesn’t stop me going out since I do so for the simple pleasure of being in nature, first.

It doesn’t always work that way though I am always reminded. How could I not be, it being so integral to my experience and knowledge of what is of value in spite of predispositions and other forces at work in my life. What I do is the best I can since it is what I do. I refrain from judgment one way or the other, and surrender to none. And every action has consequences.

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This metallic green beetle is one of the last of its size to be seen for now. It lives on a small Eucalypt tree by a creek and there are still a few yellow daisy-like flowers around it. Any shot of it on the tree would probably result in some black background so I brought it to the ground and placed it with one of the flowers reflecting off its shell, as you can see.

As the big green beetles diminish in number the larvae have been increasing, in size and number. It’s an opportune time for the larvae since there are fewer predators about that could injure their chances of survival, the parasitizing wasps for instance. Though where there is food there is something to eat it.

Where there is up there is down, obvious but fundamental, to intelligence.

I would have neither, the up or the down, the here or there, the then or now.

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Damsel on a Flower

In the end you just have to give up, whatever that means. Whatever!

There has to be the willingness to see through the veil of mind.

And an absence of insurmountable impediment.

Who knows what tomorrow brings.

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Dew Drop Time

Everything, the I in it I am, cycles through predictable change over time. Predictable to the objective observer. Most of it is no change at all, just the same old changing, changing the same old way. It’s a kind of change, or it is change itself. Really, the only change that matters is no change at all. Only nothing doesn’t change. And changes everything.

Dewdrops have a special place in the great scheme of change. They only occur at a certain time of day, a certain time of year, of life, when the circumstances are right. The most important of which is that I be there to see.

That makes sense. If I’m not there it doesn’t happen in my experience. And what else is there but my experience? Imagination? So it could be said I make dewdrops, by being there to sense them. Sense makes sense.

I make dewdrops.

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At dewdrop time the bugs are still asleep, for the most part. So it’s fairly easy to sneak up on them though they don’t sleep just anywhere. I have found a place where Dragons sleep, a field of long grass next to the creek-side growth of trees and bushes.

So far it hasn’t been easy getting a good shot with all the grass moving so easily but like anything it takes time to realise the optimal. And in the end that is what is allowed, or given, by a greater power than I. Being, of the well, what else.

My own true nature.

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No dewdrops today so it’s visitors to the marigold.

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A Little Purple

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A Little Colour

The Bee sleeps and the Aphid may be wary, instinctively so. How else could it be since they are not burdened with thinking or emotion. Wary is not emotion, it is an instinctive response of the body to the sense of danger the presence of an appropriate sized creature represents. Appropriately sized for eating Aphids.

Bees don’t eat Aphids but Aphids don’t know it.

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Shiny green Katydid on the planet Frangipani with pink moon rising behind. Well, it could be a planet to an insect – the Frangipani tree. Didn’t stay still for long but long enough. Always enough even when the result is in the negative – no shot. What isn’t is imagination.

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Grasshopper eyeing up the Marigold. They eat the flowers with a hearty appetite, must be the delicate beauty they are imbibing.

All in the sense of it and not a thought in the way? The long form of death.

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