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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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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Nature's Place 
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