Nature's Place

Spidegin

Hunter in the garden …

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Butterfly Huntress

When what is necessary is done, sit still. Look down to sensation, through whatever, until it disappears. And keep going …

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In Blu

A flower spider, gentle looking creature … waiting without impatience for the right stimuli to leap into action … and deliver her deadly kiss.

Sitting, waiting … being a spider.

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Hunter

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If anything looks different this week it might be because I am using a different computer, having lost access to my usual via lightning strike.

These spider shots are from another time. His, or her, hunting ground was a dried out stem. The fly didn’t stand a chance once in range.

Such is life, you never know what’s coming over the horizon. Careful with that spidey mate.

It pays to be prepared … for whatever may be, that it be right.

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Spider Green

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It’s been a while since I found this little dancing jumping spider. Entertaining to watch as she moves around the foliage, staccato gait.

No doubt there are still some in the garden but the summer heat has driven them into the shadows, for some relief.

Not so easily found right now. But summer is almost over and with a little rain comes the forms of life.

Time to wake up from the lazy heat, kick start the old ticker, and see what may be.

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Wanderer

At first I found her in the SW corner of the garden, then the middle, and then she was to be found in the NE corner. She’s been making her way around.

Seeking, or rather feeling, her way around in the performance of her function. Filling a niche in the natural landscape, doing what spider does.

The last morning I saw her she was plainly visible, bright yellow on strong pink, and then a young butcherbird came and landed by my shoulder.

So I hid her in the flowers, and she went on apparently uncaring of the danger throughout the day. And disappeared that night.

There are a number of these crab spiders, of all sizes and shades yellow to white, some with distinctive black tattoos.

And there’s enough big blue flies to feed them all, coming from my neighbours dogs run.

Flies will be flies too … dogs will be dogs.

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Wolf …

You can just see a glistening under those huge mouth parts where this one is sucking on crushed breakfast.

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That’s probably why she didn’t run when I opened the door, he was enjoying the days first meal.

And what you’ve eaten needs to be digested, and it takes time and attention, to the sensation of things.

It’s instinctive, they don’t think about it, just feeling the physical need to sit and digest, as long as there’s no danger.

Cause some disturbance in proximity to a digesting spider and she will respond, if only with a raising of the forearms.

More often with a relocation, always ready to take flight. A rapid departure is signature, but depends on conditions.

As with all things, context is important. Express no kind of threat and spider will sit content to be spider sitting.

Demonstrate some form of aggression and you risk the same in return. Or she’ll just disappear in the blink of an eye, literally.

Spider … of another kind.
I opened the door to the garden and there it was, just outside the threshold looking in.
I don’t think the wolf spider is particularly dangerous to people but I can understand why people fear them, and fear spiders in general.
Having seen so many of their kind in action, hunting is primarily what spiders are known for, so fast and deadly, their prey usually end in a massive toxic shock.
Not this time however, there was no prey in sight, I was not it. Though it did appear to be waiting to come in the house, and raised its front legs in defense when I sought to move it from danger.
It was that close to the door and being crushed by it closing. Out of the way on the upturned sole of a shoe was another matter. He, or she, sat a while as I sought a few angles to do the subject visual justice.
Nature, in all its forms, inside and out, is not always an easy encounter for us who are so removed from it by our civilized ways of being.
But as with most things, a little practice of being in the sense of things helps with the difficulty of being in the mind of things.
The sense of a thing, it’s actual characteristics, has no psychological component.
Unless we then attribute such by thinking about it.
Thought and sense, different modes of being.
And then there is another sense …
… of something simply good.
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Spider …

Huntsman, mother of them all. Whiling away the winter under a sheet of plastic by the house, damp enough to attract other forms, perhaps to eat, next to some straw bales.

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Come spring there will be nests found in such places, when hundreds of little ones will be cared for by mum. You wouldn’t expect some mothers to care so well as she does.

Golden Orb weaver in Eprapah, with a honey bee for dinner. They are everywhere to be found, waiting in their webs, being simple spider life. The EU honey bees never stop here in Brisbane.

To my eye it looked at first like an ant, the little golden spot on the rear perhaps, and appeared more elongated than it does here – like an ant. Ran into view with dinner held firm, husk soon discarded.

A jumping spider, male maybe, spent some time dodging the tiny ants running up and down the tree trunk, where there are also golden bum ants patrolling. Tree trunks can be busy places.

Another Jumper, female I think, in another place at Eprapah. Lots of these guys about, big eyes, always inquisitive, needing to visually know their surroundings.

They won’t sit still for long, so I take what is offered. And observe the uncomplicated life at work and play. I believe they do both in their way.

A more business-like fellow, or lady. As soon as I touched my stick to the tree trunk she was out of her tunnel web and ready to strike. See how she holds the threads taut, ready for action.  Couldn’t get a better shot without risk, of flight or bite.

I didn’t dare offer my finger, just to see … you know. Smaller spiders have left uncomfortable wounds enough, and this one had a certain aura – ‘Feeling Lucky Punk?’

A playful jumper, male again, I think. This one more concerned with his footing than the others. See the strands of silk he maintains a touch of, and anchored from his spinnerets.

Little blue eyes, have seen them signal another with those white socked front feet, waving in the air like flags. Over here, let’s be mates a while … Pretty little thing.

This way and that he turned, I couldn’t keep up. There will be more I think … nature doesn’t give up, though it can be left …

out and about and on the move.

Passing emergent form, as real as yesterday, hold no sway.

Beyond what is believed, or is simply unavoidable.

Past the odd collision, debris trails fade, let go.

Nothing is as it seems, way down.

Beyond (spider) form.

Naturally …

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The Golden Road …

The Golden Orb spider is a frequent sight in the garden. So called for its golden thread, so sticky nothing is likely to escape it.

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Anything caught in its web is surely done, dead. But a meal to another. And so it is in nature, or anywhere, form changes.

is everyone’s ordinary life. And when you’ve had enough of it you get serious, to find ‘what’s it all about’.

At that point what it’s about begins to resolve into some form of discipline, an inner work to shed the ignorance – what it’s no longer about.

And so you may find yourself directed to look into inner space, into sensation, to see through … To before the beginning of body … how deep is the well.

The well of sensation, like any well, starts at the bottom but we’re at the top. And it’s a long way down, clearing space as we go.

With intimations, even realisations, of the silence, the stillness … the black, along the way.

The way back to the beginning. Let’s see … Do whatever is true, and what’s true changes.

Let go whatever appears, and that way allow nothing to be.

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