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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The Lookout
Bugs are bugs. They are born and die just like people. And in between they eat, defecate, grow, kill, run, sweat and reproduce, just like people – mostly. They don’t think about any of it, unlike people – mostly.
I’ve never seen an unhappy bug – ever.
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I’ve never seen an unhappy bug.
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A Most Unusual View
Many times I have been shooting a fly that was rapidly rotating its head and every time missed it on the upturn. This time I saw it was rotating but left the fact out of my consideration re the shot and got it three times with one and six frames separating them. The originals look much better.
You’ve got to be a bit lucky. And surrender to the fact.
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Predator – Shield Bug
Came across this fellow recently.
Feeding on a bigger bug.
After a short while the weight became too much and its food dropped to the ground. So I arranged a few more shots.
I put it back where I found it and it immediately went in search of food. And found it in a resident Longhorn Beetle.
The Longhorn Beetle was aware of the bug but was slow moving and it didn’t get away.
Though the LB eventually made a ‘run’ for it.
The SB was tenacious. And the LB walked off into the bush with the SB in tow siphoning off its innards.
Symbolic?
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A Fly by Four
Someone said “Great pix, but flies are disgusting.” Disgusting is in the mind, a self imposed, self perpetuating condition that prevents from seeing the objective reality of awe inspiring – universal – intelligence behind the form. Objective reality – having its being independent of the observer. How can one see what’s behind the form if one is hung up on an interpretation of the form.
One, you, can’t. To get behind the form, the fact, you’ve got to get down to the fact. By leaving the interpretation out of it. And the fact is of sense, which resolves to the pure inner sensation – meditation.
It’s an exercise and there is no other way but to do it. When you’ve had enough of being lost in the mind–ing.
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Magical Bee
An hour or so before sunset I was in the garden looking for anything settling down for the night. It was early yet but if you don’t check you don’t know. I wasn’t looking for anything this small and when I saw it at first I thought it was a mite or some such since I saw it from face on and there was just an indistinct head and two tiny antennae waving slowly, drab and uninteresting to the unaided eye. It was roosting unusually early on a dried stem at the edge of the jungle of grass and plants the side of the garden is.
It’s a solitary bee, meaning it’s not unusual for them to be roosting alone. The amazing fact is it is only 3mm long, tooth to tail.
What a beauty. What a wonder. What a life.
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Beauty Queen
She laid her eggs in a mud nest she built in the wooden ceiling. Stocked it with a paralysed spider and sealed it up. In some time a young wasp will come out of the mud tomb to do what mum has done. Repeat herself.
Everything repeats, so far. It’s the essence of existence, to repeat what has been.
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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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