Master Your Art
Wonderful woody Shield Bug, with bonus blue sky.
Jewel Bug, wag those antennae at me.
Wandering Weevil on the tree trunk.
Healthy looking fly, a type rarely seen in the garden
Hopper on the dead tree full of life.
Cricket amongst the leaf litter.
She is laying while he appears to be guarding …
Out in the field, on the edge of the forest, myself and Deb – AussieBugs – went exploring. For bugs, what else.
There is always something to be found when you take your time, some places are better than others, everything to its season.
There are no rules but to walk, watch and wait. What presents nobody can design. That’s something you have to rest in, not knowing, and accept what comes.
Everything has its time, learn from whom you can, how you can, and be grateful. But eventually you have to stop looking over your shoulder at what others think is right or good, that’s past, or passed.
In the endeavour to improve, remembering what once was or thinking what others may think, however masterful they may be, eventually casts its own sticky web.
Of course there’s always another angle or composition to be explored, whatever the art.
And it’s all for peace of mind, what else …
© Mark Berkery ……. Click on those pictures for a closer look
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Little Beauty …
Aliens came and saw that a patch of earth was deserted, of flowers ‘n’ things. So they decided to reshape, replant and renew. Which they did, and turned the desert to green.
The fields were greened and the aliens thought this was good, and the aliens advertised their green credentials and congratulated each other with great fanfare at ceremonies arranged for the purpose.
But they forgot the bees. In the process of renewal they buried the nest sites of multiple native bees (non aliens) that had developed over decades, if not millennia. And the bees didn’t come back.
Then one day a bee was seen holding on to a dried stem of grass in a nearby field, a deserted field.
Just as well the aliens were short-sighted or they might have done the job ‘properly’.
© Mark Berkery ……. Click on those pictures for a closer look
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Long Horn
This Beetle wandered up the branch I was searching and stopped at the edge of the leaf for a few shots, then turned and went his way, off into the wilds of the tree and its other inhabitants.
It’s nice when things happen just right.
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Masked Bee
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Twice this year these bees have presented. They are usually too shy for a shot but circumstances dictate. And then there’s luck, what nature, or what’s it called behind, will …
The one on my finger was rescued from the water, of which there are various locations in the garden. The other landed on top of one of the bee hotels and set to preening itself, out of the way of the passing populace, some of which are predators.
A small window on the life of one of my garden friends. A passing pleasure, watching nature’s delightful little robots.
I bet they age just like me and you.
© Mark Berkery ……. Click on those pictures for a closer look
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A Colourful Death …
Click on any picture for a bigger version in a new tab, they do look better.
Down the old haunts where nobody goes there is an old tree that nobody knows. It’s a dead tree, full of life that can’t be seen while searching with a wanting eye, or nose …
Then, when the gasping trying goes the still and quiet comes and one appears, to let the shooting begin. Carefully, no grasping, so as not to disturb the native ears.
Once begun, as shooting is under way and one has had enough and moves away, the other visitors to the tree present, one by one, for a picture, to represent.
And so it goes … While the shooter is busy seeing what’s there the visitors are busy with their own search, of what’s in the air and under the surface. I’m sure they have a care.
For what they find is no small thing, to them, danger or boon will cause them to sing, in their way. Have you ever heard a shield-bug cry out, or have a fling …
Well, they don’t remember the pain to compare so shout for joy they don’t. Except in pain they may cry, that none can avoid. The experience is true though, the same for I, or you.
The difference being they don’t interpret and start to think, to keep them from the brink, of suffering man who cannot help but sink.
But it’s not the end, just something along the way, until thinking no longer holds sway.
And that, my friend, is another story, for another day.
© Mark Berkery ……. Click on those pictures for a closer look
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Old Haunts …
After a few days rain dead things come to life. Deserts turn to flower. It’s a resurrection of sorts. Water does that, breaks the run, of baking heat and absent form.
Walking in the old places, still shooting above the waist, at first there was nothing to be seen. Where is all the life gone …
Stopping still long enough to examine an old leafless tree, still standing, nothing. Then she walked into view.
Over the horizon she came, and after some examination planted her egg, another burgeoning form.
Is there really such a thing as an old dead tree. Or is death always the ‘other’ side …
Where no imagination can go. Here and now.
© Mark Berkery ……. Click on those pictures for a closer look
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The Banquet
Mouldy rotten fruit is heaven to some. Like these long legged Weevils. It’s a tiny creature, to about 5/6mm long, and plentiful when there is some old fruit to feed on. They just show up and congregate, on the wing – FIFO.
Periodically I leave something out for those that enjoy it. A pear on the balcony railing – more suited to the ants and flies, or an orange spiked on a post in the garden and left to age in the elements. Way to bait some nature, bring it out from its dark corners.
That’s the way of old emotion sometimes, needing to be baited by circumstance in order for it to be exposed to be resolved – gotta know what to do with it too, if anything.
If, as with the Weevil, you take a high resolution picture of it, without allowing distraction by any other process of mind – blur – emotion will either tell you what to do about it, or fade away.
Seeing it, properly – by focussed attention, it’s not me … You can eat it once and for all.
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To Bee …
A string of bees. With the spiders closing in more than 20 have moved to my side of the fence.
A female, four blue bands, a little disturbed so I only took a few shots.
The same little beauty from a different angle, and bg.
Once more unto the depths. Out of the water with a tiny hitch hiker – springtail?
And she’s on the move … being a bee. — Click the pix.
… or not. Is that a question?
The bees have no problem. It’s the not …
Bees to the left of me, bees to the right.
It’s the being down the middle that matters.
Ho, ho …
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New Wave Bugs …
Squatting the Sunflower.
Passing through.
Loves anything of the Nightshade family.
Impeccable hunter.
Never gives up.
And raring to go again.
Depositing an egg to live off another.
Sap sucker.
Golden Orb Weaver.
The garden went dry for a while, nothing to be seen for weeks. Now it’s populated again, all the young have grown it seems. And I can’t bend forward yet to capture most. But here’s a few from a height.
The Grasshoppers can have the Sunflower, lives in the maturing head apparently – better watch out for the visiting Mynas. The Ladybug Potato Beetle can have the Melon Vine, food for others too.
Jumping Spider lives and hunts in the Passion-fruit Vine, Soldier Fly for this meal. Another Bee rescued from a watery grave, vigorous little thing.
The Wasp laying in the Orange Tail Bee’s nest, she only does what’s natural to her. Bug sucking on the Bird of Paradise. Hmmm …
Golden Orb Weaver lays in wait to catch them all, gets fat doing it, 4” leg span, stickiest web around.
Nothing is alien to the garden, or it’s all alien.
© Mark Berkery ……. Click those pictures for a closer look
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