Nature's Place

A Journey …

… in the local bush.

Climbing out of the water of Karingal lake, by the rotting boardwalk. Herald of things to come …

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The ubiquitous black jumping spider, prowls the byways looking to ambush an unwary ant. Usually still enough for a shot when focused on eating, or other primal action.

Long legged bug, congregating on the long sticky grass. Probably feasting on the spring juice rising. Or just congregating, for who knows what – the pleasure of it maybe, or the mating prospects.

Little skink, lizard of a kind, has its home on a man-made structure along with others of its kind. It took a while but in time they accepted my presence as background – short memories, and no immediate threat.

Others of its kind, very social creatures. Took me for a member of the family eventually. In the end there was a lot (10 – 15) of them sitting and moving along the painted post, taking little notice of me as they inspected my hand and climbed around.

Fruit fly, patiently waiting for the prickly pear to grow – probably not. Little oasis that it is, the pear cactus. And those prickles – don’t brush against them – will cause serious discomfort in defense of the realm, the bounty of water it soaks up and retains.

Female Lynx spider, sitting nearby the prickly pear, just being a spider. No problem, a male in hailing distance but in no rush to engage. Spring time is for mating and babies, and eating, in the insect world.

Tiny by comparison, the male Lynx spider sits at a distance to the female. They are often eaten after mating, to feed the progeny. It’s only fair. :-) … Well, no its not, but it’s the way it is.

Tiny flowers abound after the rains, with more rain to come. Often overlooked by the naked eye, as we gloss over so much of nature, they are their own little beauties up close.

A rare find these days, leaf-cutter bees, with habitat disappearing and conditions hostile. These little beauties were a welcome sight towards journeys end. … Resting on dried out grass stems overhanging the dusty disused trail that leads back to water.

Another lover of the prickly pear, a gnat of some kind. Looked like a mozzie, but didn’t act like one. Just as well, for me and the gnat. … The prickly pear is full of water in a parched landscape, no surprise to see so many creatures nearby.

One more flowering beauty. You gotta work for the angle, even though they don’t move around, except in the wind. Something to do with eyesight … failing. :-)

A little acknowledgement helps keep it going. Here, and there.

Nature, the sense of it. The magnificent intelligence behind. Or human nature, intelligence personalised.

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Jacaranda

The dots and spots around the tree, against the cloudy sky, are flying insects, many bees. No doubt some of them are not native too.

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Blowing in the wind but bright enough to get fast shutter speed to stop the action, for a clear sharp image.

Not an Australian native – https://www.abc.net.au/news/2020-12-02/more-to-love-about-jacarandas-than-just-purple-flowers/12939930 – but it’s here to stay.

I have seen a few flowering around the place after recent rains but the one photographed is from the bush.

This one was attended by a variety of flying insects, bees, wasps, flies, etc.

But it was too hot in the afternoon sun to stand around for long.

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Flowers 4 U

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From a walk in the local bush in SE Brisbane today, Venman NP.

A delicately frilled flower, exotically formed, with the power of attraction.

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Flowers 3

Flower

It was a lovely sunny spring day here in Brisbane, down under. … Stem held for stability in the wind and for suitably uncluttered though suggestive background with appropriately contrasting dappled light and colour.

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A little different to the one above. :-) … I know, a little shadowing of the wind blown petals. Ce la vie. … Perfection is as things are for now, no stress. Everything is now, not then or when.

Two compositions I like of a native flowering in the local bushland turned MTB playground.

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Rescued …

Wolf spider, found hunting on the water’s surface. Looked quite at home.

Didn’t really need rescuing. Just looked that way at first.

Not at all perturbed at being rescued. Composed at all times.

Didn’t once consider dropping that tasty morsel of a fly.

In the beginning, sense.

Whichever sense it is it occurs in space, or a sense of space, first.

The sense of sensation, inside. The sense of sight, or sound, or touch …

When all problems are in the mind, of thinking or emotion.

You won’t find a problem outside of it/them.

We rescue ourselves.

In the end.

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Signs …

A little love of her nature, a flower for her winter.

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Tiny bells with a spider on. Endless activity of one thing loving another.

… from the bush.

Signs of life, signs of love … the love of the earth to express in all forms, and form to love in turn, other forms.

Everything loves some thing, then loves again, and again. Endlessly, even in death something is loved.

That’s life on earth, love on earth, is that one thing attends to another, out of the need to give and receive.

Life can’t stop loving, in form. Form can’t stop loving life as form.

And, at the end of form, life loves love.

Everything else ends.

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Bee Again …

The only full face shoot available to me on the day. Good posture, didn’t notice me at all, too focused.

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Seedlings shooting up all over the place, will eventually bear flowers and food for the bees that drink hereabouts.

All different individuals, they don’t stop for long, just like they are when visiting flowers in the garden. Busy bees.

And dedicated, no slackers here. They have one mission, to serve the purpose of the hive and the queen, one life.

One for all and all for one. Loved that about the three musketeers. Such a selfless lot, well at least they endeavored. I think. :-)

Mid winter here in the southern hemisphere, cold and often wet lately, I don’t expect to find much to shoot (photograph to the uninitiated).

Then I found this hidden oasis where it has been hiding in the open all these years, at my feet. Down the road from my mechanics place.

I went wandering off the beaten pathways and came to a creek and stood still a while in the warm sunshine that Brisbane’s winter is famous for.

Then I heard it, a buzzing sound upon the trickle of the clear creek water at my feet. Bees, taking up the moisture and minerals below.

This, from my first such discovery of this bee-haviour, was a pleasure to see.

And so I went to work, down on my hunkers, stretching this way and that, using the versatile stick for support and maneuverability to get the shots and not fall in.

And so it goes, doing our best to not fall in while enjoying what we can, as long as it lasts.

This life of mine …

(seems wordpress are mucking around with the editor again, producing two size texts I can’t reconcile)

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The Woods … and Other Creatures

Siren call, to a bee, or someone who can see …

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Surprise resident, though shouldn’t be, knowing nature occupies every sheltered spot.

And unafraid, apparently at ease with having been disturbed from its resting place.

Time for a few shots, a patient model, going nowhere in a hurry at a pace. A slow pace, pause …

The dome of its colourful and bountiful house. Blooming just beginning on this one.

An almost sweet face, to a mother. … Who knows what nature sees in nature. Surely no unhappiness here.

When the flowers bloom it’s time to visit them, wherever they are. So I came upon them once more, deliberately.

They were a little older, matured, and somewhat bedraggled from the cold and rain. But some still shone.

As I took one in my hand and touched the greenery beneath a big spider ran out and stopped aloft.

Huntsman, looks like, young but already making its way to maturity, being fed enough.

Enough for now, it always seems so in nature. No waste in this apparent wasteland.

Which nature can sometimes appear to be.

But it’s only an appearance.

As you can see.

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