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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The Collected Works …
Proud little moth, sitting on a blue car reflected. A golden cloak of scaled wings, antennae laid back, snub nose, big eyes.
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A long bug against blue sky through the trees, maybe pregnant. In between actions, being. A place to lay …
Wary fly looking down from power pole with mate on other end of him/her. Power lines are above ground in Oz.
Cockroach, of an abundant tribe, at rest on the wire. Tough as they are the geckos and ants make short work of them.
Baby gecko waiting under the night light for an accidental meal, almost certainly. Way to grow …
Mature fly, enough to die. Found on its back on the ground. A stick to its flailing legs and up it came once more. Lazarus fly …
Tiny weevil casting about after landing on a strange world of old dried out plum on a stick. Finding its way.
… of nature. Well, a few anyway, those that are presented. Forms of life to be in wonder of, the colours, the shapes, the look.
There is always something interesting to see in nature. It’s interesting because it’s our nature, not really apart as it seems.
It provides a reflection of sorts, if we can see through our own mind made stuff, thought and emotion.
To the fact of things. There’s no problem in nature, a mirror to simple practical being.
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Young Bee On Yellow
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Late one hot sunny afternoon I was watering the garden and noticed it stopped on the flower for a while as the wind died down.
It seemed comfortable enough and didn’t object to a spray of misted water from the hose, which quickly dried off.
I left it there to forage into the twilight and by morning it was gone, likely into the space-ways at first light.
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Mother Wasp
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It’s a rare event in my experience, to see this mother lay her egg into the Orange-tail Resin Bee’s nest. Once a year or so.
It’s the only place I see this particular kind of wasp, except when I rescue one from the water below – just as rare.
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Beauty Bee
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One Blue Banded Bee left on my side of the fence after a long dry summer and recent wild weather.
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The Joker
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Outlandish looking thing, perfectly camouflaged on the spent butterfly bush flowers.
However odd the appearance nature has another form for every space.
And occupies every need for one purpose, reflection.
Unerringly – it only looks messy.
Odd is natural.
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Painted Dancer
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Robotic, staccato movement of tiny feet across the flowers. Behind her a trail of silk to anchor.
Big eyed beauty sees all in her world, strangers above a certain size reveal themselves at their peril.
Such confidence she has, or lack of self consciousness – unaware of the sharp eyed crow overhead.
Pure instinctive being, untouchable by discursive thought or emotion – as we know it.
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Pictures …
Smiley … Gecko, hunting in the garden at night.
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Weevil on a rope, strung up to train the passion fruit vine along.
Night-time cockroach eating a dried black plum staked in the garden. Ever hunting antennae.
Another resin bee recovered from the watering can. It takes a while before they can fly again.
Longhorn weevil at sunset on the sunflower stalk. Not yet dark enough to be active.
Small katydid untangling its antennae on the crocus.
Orb weaver spider casting a thread into the night to begin making its web.
Fly on the butterfly bush, enjoying a nectar laced diet.
Longhorn under the light at night. Within range of a prowling gecko.
… of a few creatures from the garden.
Wandering at ease in the nature, see what happens there.
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Shielded …
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See how simple space is, clarifying the thing it surrounds, shaping the form.
See the space, from there sense the form appearing.
Every little thing has its place in the tapestry.
Nothing is disposable, or all of it is.
Feeling the sense of it.
In the space of it.
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