Nature's Place

Another Dozen …

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Let’s begin with this little beauty. Orb Weaver, almost invisible wrapped around the end of a rose stem. Waiting for the night to unfold.

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From behind and upside down, was the only option. Wonderful patterning, as if by design. She is well dressed indeed.

I disturbed her so she shifted position and then upside down was all there was. Using a piece of paper to reflect flash up.

A Hopper in the afternoon, same young tree as the Sawfly – a very busy tree through the year. Seems to be sucking some sap.

Little Johnny, baby Hopper, still some growing to do. As long as one is careful a few shots can be had in the open.

Broadside view of the adult. Aren’t they wonderfully adorned, by nature. Life comes in with the knowledge of that form and blooms.

And then today …

… this fella? came into view. Hadn’t seen him before and he wasn’t comfortable. The whole family were on that branch, to and fro.

At some point he tried to get away so I gave him my hand and he climbed on. Then he stopped to taste me, but not for long …

Another Hopper, big cream eyes and bright green body. She always sees me. We do a dance until she gives in and stops for a shot.

Gecko, hunting by night. Smiley little thing, as long as your not small enough to fit in its mouth. Ravenous creatures … endless appetite.

From the rain-forest, bright eyes. Flits from place to place and stops for god knows what, for a shot. Thank you fly, thank you life.

This is rotated a-c. It locked on and lay a thread at waist to keep it from bending too far – or so it bends appropriately – while it turns, from a caterpillar into a moth? See the impression of eyes, antennae sweeping back and the broad wings beneath.

The odd lady out. A flower filled with water, Morning Glory after the rain. But, but … what’s that over bottom left. Springtails?

A focus of being unnamed, in sense unfiltered, a sea of wild mutable form undying, rising and falling with the vitality of the sun to the pulse of the moon.

The small things don’t reel from the past nor dream of a future, their light undimmed, shining as pure sensation, inside.

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A Crooked Dozen …

Weevil on cut branch overlooking its domain with fruit fly, from rotting fruit below, passing by in the night.

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Hopper with a back-pack. Haven’t seen the likes before, the back-pack – looks like a fungus. Couldn’t get closer.

Wouldn’t stay still for long so got what I could between jumps and scramblings. Seemed vital and healthy enough …

Couldn’t get close without provoking it so here’s a crop.

An unusual sight, stingless bees at war. To the right of the nest entrance the ground was littered with pairs fighting and dying.

It went on for days, this battle where the dead were clearly disposed of away from the nest. Could just be extensive house-cleaning.

Caught in a web, this shield bug would have fed a small spider for weeks. See it just below and centre.

A cavernous shell anchored to the tree makes a good home for a while. Good hunting ground too, for the tiny one.

Got itself caught up where no spider had been for a while. I helped it out. No need for it to die just yet.

Placing the stick where it could grip it the fly was stronger than the web. It got free of the remains and away it went.

And beneath it all … mystery.

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A Dozen Of …

flies. I think they are flies. A male and female, I think.

Otherwise I’m not thinking any more today.

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Him, I think … with two short antennae and blue eyes.

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Him again …

Notice, not a lot of thinking going on …

And her, I think … with one long antennae ending in a bright yellow bulb, with pinkish eyes.

From various angles and backgrounds as could be managed … she was a good model for a while.

No thinking here …

… or here.

Taking the opportunity to clean those wings, whether they need it or not.

Hello little one … She got restless and came up to the lens and tried to climb on.

She is a beauty, in her own right. The only ‘right’ that matters. Whatever that means. No thinking now …

At some point she ended up on my hand, enjoying the warmth maybe. Eventually I put her up where she’d catch the sun in the morning.

Larva (spitfires?) found on the same tree as the ‘female’. They do this thing, pointing their tails up, makes one wary …

Found on a nearby tree, maybe a different sort altogether – not my field.

Or these …

Also found on the same tree at another time. Larva of something …

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Black And White – I Fly

The fly’s actual length is around 12mm.

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The wing would be around 7mm long.

I have seen this fly a few times over the years but never got a shot until recently when it flew across my path and landed on a big tree I was inspecting.

It looks black and white to the unaided eye, no colours at all, but some hues and shades appear when you get up closer. A fly’s eye view you could say.

It’s a plain enough creature, unremarkable in a way, still amazing to be able to enter its world this way and see what another fly would see.

I look across and see what I would look like as a fly. I see fly … You never know, at the surface, the genius behind the form.

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Morning Glory Purple

At first, buried deep in the flower, supping on the nectar. Then caught it as it emerged over the pollen laden stamen.

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Wandering about in the colour and nourishment it didn’t stay still for long. Big pollen grains for good bee work.

My hand is never far from my subject. It came for the warmth that makes a difference in our winter shade.

Balanced on the edge of the petal, not yet ready for flight, it climbed for who knows what – security.

One other of its kind, on the flowering nicotiana, shy of the camera. Gotta be quick to catch these guys.

I put some old sweet potato in the ground and something else grew as well. The garden often does that, mysteries emerging.

This time it is a lovely morning-glory vine, where the passion-fruit vine used to be. A place for vines it would seem.

A few creatures visit it in its window of sunshine on a cold ‘winter’s’ day, taking what nourishment or shelter they can.

It’s the way of the garden, flowers as beacons to passing travellers, oasis of colour and nectar in man’s jungle.

A chance to live a little longer, in complete accord with life’s desire to live and live again.

How we are, how it is, in these magnificent little robotic selves.

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Friends And Neighbours …

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a few of them from in and around the garden.

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Green Gold Bee 2

A typical nest entrance, fresh diggings on the downward approach – gravity works.

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I saw quite a few of these bees and not one entered the nest backwards, as other bees are seen to do, to lay an egg.

And as far as I could see they always exited head first too, suggesting an excavation allowing them to turn-around.

A youngster maybe, just emerged from underground obviously. Or where did the clay on its back and wing come from.

Compared to the one above this bee looks mature, strong and healthy. Perhaps that’s an egg filled abdomen, big as it is.

Everything dies … and I only saw the one such. No sign of spiders but this nest site would have its predators. Crabs maybe.

Foraging in the daylight can be hazardous for a crab but they know when to run and hide.

An other chapter in the life of the Green Gold Masked Bee, from the edge of the world into deep nature.

It all happens on the edge of a huge coastal mangrove forest, where a tidal creek separates it from the mainland and man’s mind made stuff.

The nest entrance is a comfortable size, and they always go in head first, but then they always come out head first. So, it seems, they have room in there to turn around.

At first I thought they could only be laying their eggs for hatching in the spring, until I saw the one that spent some time cleaning hardened clay from its back. It looks like a youngster to me.

You can see how it uses the hooked feet to scrape at the dirt. It suggests to me either a cave-in or it has just emerged from incubation. It looks smaller too, less full bodied than the others.

And then there was the one dead bee I found. It looks to have a torn wing suggesting struggle of some kind. Maybe the crab kind.

Just below the nest site are the homes of small crabs that peep out and occasionally risk a journey across the dark mud.

They are shy creatures, not comfortable being photographed, but they can be tricked into it.

Things to do, lives to live … the comings and goings, remind me of … ways to be.

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Little Wonders

Orange Tail Resin Bee mucking about … in the mud left for them to use in sealing up their nest entrances.

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Flower beetle, doing what they do. In this case not a lot … sitting on a leaf, a wandering now and then.

A fine Fly feeding on the butterfly bush flowers. A sup from nature’s cup.

Caterpillar enjoying the native pink crocus flower. They get a pot, I get a pot. Each to their own, more or less.

Bug visitor, didn’t stay for long and didn’t come back. Off journeying in the wild.

In praise of a flower, a Drone Fly bows. They have their season, long gone now.

A common enough fly in the garden, a Greenbottle Fly I say – because it’s more green than blue.

Fairly big Leaf Beetle enjoying a munch on Eucalyptus. What a digestion it must have.

And a little Shovel Head Beetle, on my finger. Landed at my feet while hanging out the washing. Took to the sky after a little sun.

Every little thing perfectly fitted to its place in the great Earth machine.

An expression of intelligence from an unknowable source.

Unknowable, but not beyond sensing and being.

Where there’s the will …

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Karingal …

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is an old scout camp not far from me, with a few dams in interesting terrain, wooded and hilly.

They sure do pick the best spots for their camps. There’s always some trails to ramble and water to sustain the nature.

Though it’s the end of summer, into autumn here already, there’s still a few creatures to be found where conditions permit.

This bug was alone on a leaf by the dam, a youngster by the look of it, with buds for wings. It will probably molt a few times yet.

We molt too, don’t we. By leaving the past behind so the new can be. If we’re lucky.

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