Nature's Place

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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.

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Night-time cockroach eating a dried black plum staked in the garden. Ever hunting antennae.

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Another resin bee recovered from the watering can. It takes a while before they can fly again.

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Longhorn weevil at sunset on the sunflower stalk. Not yet dark enough to be active.

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Small katydid untangling its antennae on the crocus.

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Orb weaver spider casting a thread into the night to begin making its web.

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Fly on the butterfly bush, enjoying a nectar laced diet.

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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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Flying Visit

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The fiddler beetle was zooming round the flowers in the garden, frisky little thing.

So when it stopped a moment I was prepared for some fast action on its part.

As soon as I touched the flower head it was on it dropped off.

Survival strategy at times demands a creature plays dead.

It would have unfolded its wings and taken flight …

but there was my hand to catch it.

Then it dropped from my hand …

and took to the skies.

Gracefully.

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It is easy to be grateful in this space.

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The Wilds …

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Looking to see …

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Friends …

… of a kind.

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Phew … made it.

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Wink …

Recycling some old potting mix in a bucket in the garden that became a trap for a lizard. It fell in.

Don’t know how long it was in there, it wasn’t exhausted yet but it was glad to see me. Clear as day.

Well, don’t know about ‘glad’ but as I lowered a stick carefully in to assist it climb out it clearly took advantage.

I drew the stick up the inside of the bucket and the lizard leaned into it, hooking one leg over it so as not to fall back down.

It worked. As it turned out the lizard was quite tired after its experience and it took a while for it to recover, allowing me a few shots.

These lizards, skinks, are everywhere in the garden, often seen scuttling into some shade or shelter, from preying birds mostly.

Since then I have come across a few of these little lizards active in the open, seeing me but unconcerned

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Longhorn …

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Long-horn … after their long antennae, a sense organ they use to detect their world.

It stopped long enough for a few shots, maneuverable for different backgrounds.

A kind of beetle rarely seen in the garden, with its unusual colour.

Then, without warning, it took to the air and was gone.

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Looking in the garden is suggestive of looking inside, when still enough to see.

Down in the pit something moves until focussed, its nature examined.

Eventually it is gone and something else emerges.

Until it doesn’t … if it does, complete.

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See No Weevil

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Sheltering from the rain. Possibly recovering from a fight.

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You can see the right mandible has been severed – click on it, maybe by another’s stronger mandible.

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A different kind of weevil, a different aura too.

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Proud thing …

With a ‘little’ rain some of the gardens inhabitants, legged creatures, climb up the other inhabitants, plants.

It’s a way of surviving, it avoids drowning and other dangers and probably makes for some unlikely encounters.

The first weevil looks ok at first glance. Then you might notice its drooping antennae, and its broken mandible.

It’s clearly been in a battle with something, probably a bigger one of its kind, for mating rights I suspect, and looks all done in.

The second one is a beauty, well groomed and completely intact, looking proud too. Maybe the winner of that battle.

That’s living, both the good and the not so, and they take it in stride, instinctively. What else could they do … and remain viable.

With our capacity for reflection we can choose what we acknowledge, beyond good and bad, when we can.

Everything in its time …

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Seasonal Girl

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She’s aware of me and seeks to escape my attention. Not from fear but as a habitual response to a peak of activity in her environment.

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After a little while playing with her she stops a few seconds and poses for a shot. Treat them gently and they relax enough.

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Love a sense of drama with the dark cloudy background. I suspect they live a largely relaxed life, with the occasional life and death clash.

Everything has or is one, a season. It grows, flowers and fruits, then it is gone.

Of course, the Botany Bay Weevil knows nothing of that.

It is engaged in now, being its beautiful self.

Sensing, unselfconsciously.

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Its instinctive intelligence – as it is in all things – is focussed in its primary senses.

Seeing, hearing, touching, smelling – what enables it to endure here.

So it might fulfil its purpose in being, to reproduce.

As in all things, you may have noticed.

Earth robotics, you and me …

plus self reflection.

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Reflection on instinct, a recipe for madness, what we got.

Until reflection is on being, something else …

no-thing in particular, nothing.

Letting what passes pass.

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Elusive Beauty

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Infrequent visitor to the butterfly bush, faster than most and hair trigger to a finger touching the flower he’s feeding on …

Unless he’s actually engaged, focussed, on eating. Contained. Then you have to be it, to get it, the shot. A matter of focus.

Never met a fly with mental issues – born of self reflection and the imperative to realise peace of mind.

Colourful, unpredictable little thing … wild elusive beauty.

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I am not what passes, and every-thing passes in time, becomes past.

Except for this time, now. Now is always now, it never passes, never changes.

What is always now is the space every thing passes in.

Seeing it is doing it, a guided mystery.

Of wild beauty being.

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