Nature's Place

Horse Flys …

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She came in through the front door … and got herself trapped against the fly screen.

She was just following the light, not knowing to turn back into the darkness of the shaded room to get free.

She doesn’t do any knowing in that sense, being an entirely instinctive creature – this one wasn’t the exception.

So I got a glass from the kitchen and caught her up in it for transporting to the verandah.

She seemed to enjoy being out in the air, though I’m sure she didn’t know what had happened.

It took a while for her to find her feet again, don’t know how long she was trapped.

And so I left her, being what she is, to find her way once more in the wide world.

Then she took to the air … as all good flies do.

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A Dozen Of …

flies. I think they are flies. A male and female, I think.

Otherwise I’m not thinking any more today.

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Him, I think … with two short antennae and blue eyes.

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Him again …

Notice, not a lot of thinking going on …

And her, I think … with one long antennae ending in a bright yellow bulb, with pinkish eyes.

From various angles and backgrounds as could be managed … she was a good model for a while.

No thinking here …

… or here.

Taking the opportunity to clean those wings, whether they need it or not.

Hello little one … She got restless and came up to the lens and tried to climb on.

She is a beauty, in her own right. The only ‘right’ that matters. Whatever that means. No thinking now …

At some point she ended up on my hand, enjoying the warmth maybe. Eventually I put her up where she’d catch the sun in the morning.

Larva (spitfires?) found on the same tree as the ‘female’. They do this thing, pointing their tails up, makes one wary …

Found on a nearby tree, maybe a different sort altogether – not my field.

Or these …

Also found on the same tree at another time. Larva of something …

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Black And White – I Fly

The fly’s actual length is around 12mm.

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The wing would be around 7mm long.

I have seen this fly a few times over the years but never got a shot until recently when it flew across my path and landed on a big tree I was inspecting.

It looks black and white to the unaided eye, no colours at all, but some hues and shades appear when you get up closer. A fly’s eye view you could say.

It’s a plain enough creature, unremarkable in a way, still amazing to be able to enter its world this way and see what another fly would see.

I look across and see what I would look like as a fly. I see fly … You never know, at the surface, the genius behind the form.

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Bluey The Fly

What big eyes … and that purposeful structure, of face and eye. Implies something other … maybe instinct, or nothing at all.

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Top heavy but perfectly poised for flight, at rest still. Little spurs and hooks enabling it.

Let the ablutions begin. Those front arms, legs, perfectly fitted to maintain a groomed appearance. Or he’s just loving it.

And the beard, leave no hair uncombed. Though it’s good to break some habits, if habit it be.

Rub those eyes, keeping fresh and alert. Thing is, when he’s focussed on preening he doesn’t see me.

The most skittish fly in the garden. You only have to look in their direction and they’re away.

Sometimes they take off as soon as it occurs to me to take a shot, never mind make a move towards one.

It’s as if they can read intent, and ‘survival’ won’t let them allow me close enough to constitute a threat.

And then there are the times they don’t even see me, rare they be, and I get a few shots before flight.

One thing I’ve practised these years of doing macro, see the fact and accept what comes, and what goes.

This eventually reduces the force of any wanting or trying to an echo of itself, a habit that can be broken.

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Fly By Nite

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Keeping those legs clean. What they do in the dark.

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A little dew from a cold night.

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Sharing a perch for the night.

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Neighbours by night.

Night time on the daisies, next to the nasturtium.
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Knock, Knock …

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It’s me, Bug …

‘Bug who?’

Buggg, your old mate.

‘Well, come on up old mate …’

G’day fly, me old mate. Howzit goin?

‘Hang on! You’re Ahhgggsassin bug. Bugoff!’

Aww come on, I’m only a little hungry on this cold night.

‘Buzzzz, bzzz, bzz – now where am I going to land, on this bloody …’

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The night is a bloody experience for many a bug. Some cop it, and some are copped – oops!

We are lucky, having come far from our savage nature. Or are we, did we …

Did we just mask the real for the convenient and safe – ish …

To have it stripped by consequences inevitable.

And it all comes from within.

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On that hill there …

What is it?

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Well, what is it disturbs in the quiet of night?

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Prayer …

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Everything prays. Prayer works.

Careful what you pray …

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Night Fly

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Not much to report from the wilds, in fact the garden has the feel of stasis due to the recent cold. But there’s never really nothing, is there … So I do the rounds of the various nooks and crannies and what do I find but one of the great survivors, the garden fly.

This one, and a couple others, was making his bed in the flowers, literally. At sundown I would find it down on the flower’s centre while the petals would close up around it, to keep the cold and wind off. Not an unintelligent action at all.

In fact it isn’t hard to see the intelligence in any part of nature, the power animating and giving function to the form so that all the parts fit together to make the whole, of nature. It only requires the surrender of prejudice, thought.

Nature, what we are in existence, is represented by the planet and all its parts, the night sky full of stars too, and looks like it never ends, ‘out there’.

Intelligence, what we are before nature, ‘inside’, that gives rise to the appearance things are, can only be a mystery, to a fly resting on a flower.

Being, the silence upon which it is all drawn, endless and endlessly.

What is endless upon which nothing is written?

I’ll have the endless please …

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Come Fly with Me …

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Couriers of the gods, picking up and delivering packages around our nature, settling down or waking up, and sometimes being sidetracked from their path in spider webs and swatters of other kinds.

They love a good flower as much as the next, a natural appreciation for food, who would guess, an integral part of the complex we are in the existential order.

And of course, there must be truth to the fact, droplets of intelligence, wondrous creations, magnificent life.

Jewelled droplets in the eye of this beholder.

Not a sufferer in sight …

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