Nature's Place

Walks On Water

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At the recent housesit in Calvert there was a pool, functional and clean enough. It was the source of many a creature that fell in and struggled for its life on the water’s surface, with no hope of getting out without help. And many were, helped.

During the night it was the same, only fewer were to be found, naturally. One such was this Huntsman spider, or Huntswoman more like, and she was literally walking on water.

So I leaned over, stretching my arm out with the camera, careful not to fall in and join her, while I got a few shots of her in situ before raising her out on my ever ready stick.

I’m pretty sure she wasn’t there by her choice or design. Though she was having no trouble staying afloat she was clearly out of her element, with little control over the direction of her travel.

She wasn’t unhappy to be out, no sign of stress or distress, resting a long while after her ordeal. It takes a lot of energy for land creatures to survive on water, especially water this cold.

And so she lived to hunt another day, I suspect, as she was gone in the morning from the safe place I left her to recover.

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I have heard of a man who walked on water. But I think that may have been a metaphor for something else. Even though anything is possible in the psyche, and it all happens in the psyche, I have a different take on water walking.

Long, long ago, in the time of the flood, when the waters (of emotion) were over the head of Man s/he struggled to survive.

But she kept at it and eventually got his head out of the maelstrom.

And so began our water walking efforts.

Or so it seemed …

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Just don’t give in to the feelings … and acknowledge the sense of being.

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An Other Life …

Waiting in the darkness to come.

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She was in the way of my walking.

So up on my stick she did go.

To find a new home for her stalking.

gardeners of an other kind, the web weaving kind.

Strung across the open spaces in the garden, orb weavers work.

To catch a meal on the wind, best caught out in the open, unencumbered by the green.

Down long tunnels of dark space through which many small creatures pass.

Night time, quiet time, death time. Influence cast afar.

In stillness, in the cold light of the full moon.

The stars stopped twinkling.

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This post was scheduled days in advance so I was ready for a house sit on Thursday prior.

Something that was right, not wanted – a small discipline of self, you could say.

Turns out the old dogs are glad for a walk, as long as we avoid the bindi lawn.

The horses love a bit of fruit from a hand, though not all of the four are friendly.

There’s a gym, of sorts, so I can maintain my recently added exercise form.

And the area is dry and cold, so that fits too, to help keep mind in its place.

There’s also a place where little ones go, an old industrial dam …

Just follow the birds and there be the fruits.

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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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