Shadows, shadows everywhere. Alight with flowers of the night. … Click on the pix for a closer view …
Begonia, tempting, to whatever attracts to this magnificent yellow light at heart of a flower.
Maybe him, or her, who knows. They enjoy all sorts of food, they do. Climbing onto my finger.
Skink skipping about in the undergrowth, a little smile at the corners of his lips. Mischievous fellow.
Honey bee on the butterfly bush. A pampered species, perhaps endangered by it. Natives can’t compete.
Hahaha … Lorrie the loony lorikeet, having a bit of fun at the bird bath. Singing bawdy songs of bounty to himself.
Lorrie trying to sneak up on me. Little does he know, I can see him from behind the camera. 🙂
The garden Stoic. Such disciplined creatures, always upright and sober. Against the shadow of trees, blue sky showing.
Kookie at another time, in the bright sunshine. Waiting on movement in the garden to signal time to eat, time to die.
Walking in the forest blue, under the light of a flower moon, shadows darken.
Look …
Into the darkness, space expanding, stars appear to pulse, spiraling galaxies hearken.
To …
A space within, a universe of light, the dark presents. Metallic blue, a beauty singing.
See …
All things enveloped, contained and endlessly cycling.
What’s that I hear, a ringing. … In my ears.
© Mark Berkery … Click on the pix for a closer look …
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