…from some viewpoints this may just look like a snapshot of an insect in a bush. And that is of course true – it is the rear view of ‘bombus terrestris’ – but in reality it represents so much more…
This innocent creature has no contemplation of the complicated world it occupies as it hastens from delicate flower to blossoming bloom – it’s feeding frenzy facilitating an orgy of cross-pollination. This tiny drone cannot see the beauty of the vessel that it drinks from or realise the important role it has in maintaining the intricate balance of the ecospherical manifestation that we call ‘life on Earth’.
It knows not the immeasurable value of the breath of wind that lightly transports it between each beautiful, fascinating engine of photosynthesis. A timeless factory that creates life from pure elements – air, water and soil. It is a miracle. A joy. A perfect moment in time and space…
Or maybe it’s just a Bumblebee’s arse.
I didn’t surf today. Too tired from surfing for the rest of the week…
More photos of naturey stuff can be found at my flickr pages.
…and you may be surprised what you see.
You can read as many namby-pamby spiritualistic Dao-esque publications as you like, telling you to ‘live in the moment’ or ‘become one with you inner self’ but you’ll never reach enlightenment. You can ‘Om’ yourself into a state of nausea or stick crystals up your Chakras till the holy cows are mooing at the door and the path to Nirvana will still have a ‘sorry – we’re closed’ sign on it.
The answer is simple: A drop of summer rain on a plum leaf. Go on – look closer…
Click here and look at it really big. If you find this place the universe will unfold and light and life will combine to create sheer perfection.
If this doesn’t work then get really drunk on cheap lager and eat a large Doner Kebab with extra chillies.
I didn’t surf today.
(Maybe I bunked off and went for a sneaky one the other day. Then again – maybe I didn’t…)
To capture above amazing image of water-dwelling insect creating fantastic wave/interference pattern across surface tension of nearby lagoon take the following steps…
- invite slightly hilarious Canadian friend of Tango to stay for a night
- take above guest to meet loverly local friends
- eat dinner, drink wine, laugh a lot and conclude evening with one too many brandies (“I’m not proud of myself” says Tango)
- wake up feeling slightly befuddled
- take large macro lens, attach to big posh camera and point it at lagoon, then press big buttony thing repeatedly until above photo is accidentally taken
- post on internet and go ‘oooh’
Here endeth the lesson. Gnite…
I didn’t surf today. Although I did surf on Tuesday and it was good.
…personally if I was a duck and it had pissed down non-stop for over a week I’d be pretty bleedin’ miserable. A light shower on an April afternoon and I’d be fluffing and preening and looking all jolly in a ducky ‘I’m quite waterproof’ way but on a freezing cold afternoon halfway up a mountain with a force 7 ramming precipitation up my lightly feathered derriere. Not likely…
Anyways – the excessive downwards water delivery has supplied excellent photographic opportunity with the overflowing river bursting over some stone steps above LousÃ£ castle. Very pretty it was too…
More pics at my flickr page.
I didn’t surf today. Pfft.
…not much to do in Santurzi on a Monday morning when your boat is late. Maybe have a coffee or listen to big swarthy men hitting big bits of metal with big manly hammers in the shipyard. Wander around for a bit. Sit over there for a bit. Wander over there and sit down again. Take some photos of stuff.
Next thing you know there’s only five and a half hours to go…
I didn’t surf today. Or Monday.
…I received a loverly present in the post yesterday from some loverly people.
It is the new DSLR/zoom sized Gorillapod for people with large … er … camera extensions. My camera can now climb mountains, hang from trees and eat bamboo for days on end.
Taking the photograph was somewhat vexing but with the use of several mirrors, an industrial sized prism and few short hours constructing a rudimentary framework I managed this final shot.
I didn’t surf today. Surfing is for girls.
…I am a rubbish son.
My mother often asks me to take photos of work so that she can
check up on me see what I’ve been doing (in a loving, maternal type way). I have not performed this simple task for quite some time so here are a few pics of ‘Quinta do Cabril’.
It’s a work in progress – so a little imagination may be needed. Oh and maybe a lick of paint…
I didn’t surf today – bit busy doing manly buildery type stuff.
…but some things just don’t need to be said…
I didn’t surf today. My mind was on other things…