Nature's Place

Golden Soldier Fly + 1 or 2

… angles I could get in the long grass. First time I’ve seen this fly and it sat for a while. One more wonder of the nature at our feet.

Hidden Jumping Spider seemed reluctant to make an appearance though it did peep once or twice.

And when I got back to the car this fly was dying on it. Magnificent creature.

One way or another death comes to us all.

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Masked Paramour

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Sitting in the flower tops, waiting for her love.

Surrounded by the colour blue, and mauve.

Round and round she went to see.

Arms outstretched, but not to me.

Once a beckoning, it seems.

Then strikes a pose, of themes?

I don’t wonder that she would feel.

And along comes a meal.

Not so easy, the meal.

One finds there little appeal.

The other, oh well, away on the wind.

Love returns, eventually, in kind.

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The Day …

… you no longer see me …
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… is the day the pain from having shot yourself in the foot arrives in your consciousness. Then it’s too late for this time round. If you are quick you might see pain has a value. A spiritual value.

It serves the one and only purpose, to wake me up.

Ding, ding, ding! Hear it?

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Going to Market

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The honey bee is dying here, apparently paralysed from the waist back, perhaps bitten by a spider.  Or it is experiencing one of the many maladies visited upon it in the effort to profit from it. It could only move its forearms to scramble around in the leaf litter, not its wings or other legs.

I put it on a nearby surface and covered it with a large leaf. Who knows, it might have recovered.

Who knows without looking?

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Flies are still the dominant creatures on my landscape though the weather is beginning to warm up. With the warm comes the biting midges and mozzies but I know how to deal with them now. The other larger creatures won’t be far behind though I expect a little more ebb and flowing of the cold yet.

I went for a walk recently at the nearby NR and met a gardener and he told me where there is a black bee hive, the ones I have a few pix of on the yellow flowers. I have yet to check it out but I’ll get to it soon enough. They are native bees and they don’t have a sting, or much of one.

There is something very pleasing about the black bee. Perhaps it’s that they aren’t domesticated, uncorrupted by man and his exploitive ways, unlike the honey bee.

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The gardener’s wife asked me to do a photography workshop after seeing some of my prints but I declined saying that’s not what I am, others know far more about photography than I do. So she asked me to give a presentation on how and why I got into photography using my pix as illustration and I agreed, as soon as I am set up on another front.

That is selling my images at the local markets, the other front. I am having to learn all about cutting mat and foam board and getting it right, not as easy as it first seems. But all in its time, that’s how it is.

All of it. In it’s time.

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Now the birds are dancing and singing in the trees in the morning. The magpie warbling resounds beautifully, magically in me, reminds me spring is almost here.

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Golden Wonder

This fellow didn’t just evolve, he is created, now, and evolves in time. There is the mark of his maker in him and it is beautiful, now. Beauty is in but uncontained by the form, and there is only one in – inside. There is no doubt about that unless you want to think and get clever.  The fact is it is a beautiful and magnificent creature, and he stopped still long enough for me to show him to you.

Do you see him? The wondrous intelligence behind the form, as the form. Who says where is god when such things be. They just don’t see.

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