Is it a little Wooley Aphid you see sucking on the sap from some succulent stem of a hydranger in your organic garden?
Or perhaps hoards of little wooley Aphids feasting on white Dahlia stems?
Are the blooms any less dazzling after donating?
Or is it that Weta who stays as still as a frozen mouse when you aim your macro lens at this twitching antennae?
How grateful can you be for that golden shot of him perching on a fern frond?
What about the camera shy Katidid who pops out from behind a stem and spys on you when she thinks you have put you camera away but she fails to take into account that you have a pocket rocket - well in your pocket.
Or is it the click of a Passionvine hopper as it jumps from one red Dahlia petal to another in search of a droplet of juice?
Or perhaps its the Blue ladybird on a lemon tree, so polished that you can almost see yourself reflected in the mirror of her shell.
Or perhaps it's not even an insect but a bunch of purple berries with a misty background that melts into haze of bokeh that makes your spirits soar.
Creative Quote of the day.
Love has its own instinct, finding the way to the heart, as the feeblest insect finds the way to its flower, with a will which nothing can dismay nor turn aside.
Honore De Balzac
Or perhaps hoards of little wooley Aphids feasting on white Dahlia stems?
Are the blooms any less dazzling after donating?
How grateful can you be for that golden shot of him perching on a fern frond?
What about the camera shy Katidid who pops out from behind a stem and spys on you when she thinks you have put you camera away but she fails to take into account that you have a pocket rocket - well in your pocket.
Or is it the click of a Passionvine hopper as it jumps from one red Dahlia petal to another in search of a droplet of juice?
Or perhaps its the Blue ladybird on a lemon tree, so polished that you can almost see yourself reflected in the mirror of her shell.
Or perhaps it's not even an insect but a bunch of purple berries with a misty background that melts into haze of bokeh that makes your spirits soar.
Creative Quote of the day.
Love has its own instinct, finding the way to the heart, as the feeblest insect finds the way to its flower, with a will which nothing can dismay nor turn aside.
Honore De Balzac
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