Nature's Place

Honey Bee Central

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Individuals from three visits over the past month or so, where the creek crosses the track in Venman. They come in waves from the hive, fill up at the waters edge and home again.

Hunkered down on the side of the track, off the landing zone and out of the flight path, watching for any nearby bee at the right angle and situation for a shot or two.

Careful not to kneel or lean on one, don’t want to kill or get stung, dipping the lens tip to the water at times for a bees eye view. Hat on in case of accidents from behind, listening for the tell-tale buzz from what can’t be seen.

Air traffic observation. A flurry of landings, a scattering of take offs, coming and going in apparent confusion with rare collision until, all of a sudden, nothing. Quiet space.

A gap in the busy work of the bee, it seems, and the mind at work with them dies, no more to take my attention.

Time to look to the sense, in between.

Mind the gap …

© Mark Berkery ……. Click the pix for a closer look

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Urban Jungle Monk

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The solitary visible resident of the remnant forest car park lay head down on a post. An awkward angle but a still subject, unmoving, as if deeply focussed.

Unblinking metallic eyes, all-seeing atop a long stubbled neck, arms folded in prayer, not unusual for a Mantis.

Focussed … is one word could describe this momentarily statuesque creature, free of the need to think.

Simple natural intelligence, ubiquitous and so rarely realised.

© Mark Berkery ……. Click the pix for a closer look
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Luna …

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tic, tic.

The moon is on the rise and with it the pressure of tide in all things, everything rises and falls with the coming and going of the moon.

Old time lunatic asylums were so named for the propensity of the inmates to agitate with the waxing of the moon. The moon acted on their mentality, pulled it out, magnified it.

The moon magnifies or activates what is already there, in the mind. What you acknowledge is what is there, more and more.

Be careful what you acknowledge, or you might end up a lunatic, tic, tic.

When the madness is gone there’s only the pressure.

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Look up, see the milky light of the full disc on the cold dark blue sky.

The quiet emptiness, emptied of human mind.

What a beauty that is.

© Mark Berkery ……. Click the pix for a closer look
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The Hunter

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The same day I found The Huntress I found her male counterpart, in much the same way, by searching the places I would hide during the day if … I were a night hunter.

I took the loosened bark down from the side of the tree and turned it gently but quickly as it came away so whatever might be on the other side became visible and exposed, perhaps triggering a freeze response and not flight or fright. There, sitting stock still, was a huge male Huntsman.

I didn’t know how long I had before he took off so I set to photographing him from the available angles, his back to the tree, where else – not to expose him unnecessarily, it’s a balance of forces applied.

And after a minute or so shooting, just as I took my eye off him to adjust something for no more than a second or two, he was gone, deftly disappearing back into the hideaway that is the debris at the foot of his tall tree.

His tree is about 50 metres from her tree, a world away it seems, but there is no reason to believe they didn’t meet.

Little things have their ways.

© Mark Berkery ……. Click the pix for a closer look
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The Invitation …

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Everything, by it’s presence, is an invitation. To what, then, is the question. That depends on its intent and your predisposition.

In this case intent is inoffensive. So, to capture an image of a resting Potter Wasp.

Or its significance is something unseen.

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Sweet Attraction …

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It’s been cold and wet lately but still some creatures about and looking for nourishment. So I put out some cooked fruit to see what may come. There have been a lot of fruit flies, a few weevils and two beetles I usually find in flowers munching on the pollen.

First the big one came and had a look around, and took off very soon after. She, I think she ‘just because’, didn’t stay long enough to eat the first time but came back the next day, after it would have fermented some more.

I set her to the fruit you see, away from the madding crowd of flies and ants, and she tucked in and didn’t raise her head until this smaller version showed up. They shared the food until the little one took off, didn’t take long at all, and the older one didn’t move for a couple days.

I thought she might have died so I poked her with a piece of straw and she moved, so I left her be. It occurred to me she might be drunk and unable to rise but I wasn’t about to interrupt her experience.

Then, when I was sure she must be comatose from alcohol poisoning she got up and flew away. I trust she did since I didn’t actually see her but you never know what happens in the unknown, obviously.

But in this story they lived happily ever after, this time …

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Little Things …

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This little thing …

 

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In time, becomes this little thing …

 

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That eventually meets another little thing to do a little thing so more little things can in turn do their thing …

 

Life on earth depends on the little things.

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Whittling Down The Form …

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Winter has advanced across our sub tropical night with the dark clear sky and the native bees are feeling its cold grip. There weren’t that many to start with but now down to two, and they don’t give up, though there is no choice in the matter, in the season – as health fails.

As soon as the sun is high enough off they are into the garden to find sustenance, and maybe a mate – there seems to be a couple females foraging through the day – to complete their instinctive little lives.

It is always a pleasure to see them patrolling the flowers, always careful of potential predators, where I discourage the spider’s webs and the neighbour’s grandchildren from retiring them early.

The least I can do for our garden’s indispensable residents.

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Pretty Boy

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He is a charmer, colourful fellow, proud headdress, garden ranger, deadly hunter.

When nature is left to itself everything finds a place. The plants feed the caterpillars, they feed all sorts – including spiders, they feed the lizards and they feed the birds.

Everything produces something for the tiny stuff to start it all over again, a perpetual motion machine requiring all the parts to be functioning, as intended.

There is no panic in the garden. They all go about their business without fear of future, or losing what’s known. And the end comes, naturally, inevitably.

Living, eating, sleeping, working, playing, mating and dying is what it’s about. When that can be done without a mental emotional problem it’s a pleasure …

that passes understanding.

© Mark Berkery ……. Click the pix for a closer look
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