I have photographed this little fellow several times. I know were in lives in our lantana. Even knowing where he hangs, it is always an exercise in seeing what is there, yet unseen. He is maybe is a half inch across including the legs. In addition to being small, he sits almost transparent enough to just blend in as to not get noticed. I am sure it works to his advantage.
Blending in, is it something you do too often or not near enough? Life is a balancing act. ††† en theos ††† jimwork
I found this camo decked out Mantid hunting in the lantana. All he needed was a flack jacket & boots and he was good to go.
There seems to be conflicting information (imagine that) on the internet about about their chameleon like ability to adapt and adjust according to the situation. Some say they can while others say they are just born different colors.
Anyhow, being as how these are such a favorite subject of mine, I had to capture his uniqueness.
May we all adapt and adjust to our situation. There are also conflicting opinions about that. ††† en theos ††† jimwork
I have been overwhelmed with the gifts that have shown up from my simple request of a praying mantis to show himself for photographs and observation. I was happy and felt my prayers answered. Next day, with no further asking, another one appears and I get to find more than I had asked for. I watch him lie in wait, to attack and devour several small skippers all the while getting to observe and photograph. I am awestruck and a bit amazed.
So while my praying for praying mantises was for one purpose. God not only answered my asking, He showed me more than what was just before my eyes.
I was amazed at the mantises ability to be there and strike, to be seen and yet unseen. Only by going slowly through my images of the attack could I see the simplicity of plan.
The mantis used its God given tools: his color, his shape and quickness. Ironically his camouflage and ability to remain hidden and the ability to not stand out was his strongest asset. It was how he was provided with the ability to gather his daily bread.
Oh how often I try and use my gifts as camouflage and fit in, rather than stand out. So much to learn grasshopper. ††† en theos ††† jim work
While grilling our dinner out in the backyard late yesterday afternoon, this Thrasher kept coming to perch on the same pickets of our fence. It took until the third time for me to grab an image of him. It made me wonder if he thought that his camouflage was working so good as to make him unseen?
Camouflage is a set of methods of concealment that allows otherwise visible animals, soldiers, military vehicles, or other objects to remain unnoticed by blending with their environment or by resembling something else. Examples include a leopard‘s spotted coat, the battledress of a modern soldier and a leaf-mimic butterfly. Camouflage is a form of visual deception; the term probably comes from camouflet, a French term meaning smoke blown in someone’s face as a practical joke. ©wikipedia
So today, are you going to blow smoke or stand out??????
pezful ez feel’n 2U†††en theos†††jlawrence
I found this handsome Chihuahuan Spotted Whip-tail on our walk yesterday morning. The weather was cool and he seemed to be on a forage for something of interest. He allowed me to slowly maneuver into the 2-3 foot range. The view I most often get of these guys is an “eat my dust” look as they scream down the path with my dogs in futile pursuit.
I was blessed to follow and marvel in his intricate markings and camouflage for a few minutes. He quickly showed why he has racing stripes to vanish my nearness.
Show off your markings with a degree of humility on your journey†††nada te turbe†††jim
We found this beauty on our morning walk yesterday. He was loosely coiled in the shade of a Mesquite bush and his camouflage was working it’s best to keep him on the down-low.
He did a buy-able rattlesnake impersonation, flattening his head and hissing loudly. The dogs were quickly cowered along with my muse. I had my 105 Micro on my D800 ( I was on the stalk for damselflies) and even knowing that the Bull-snake is pretty much harmless to humans I was reluctant to get down on my belly facing him. He allowed me to take a few frames before he continued on the search for something edible. As he moved into the bush, I couldn’t resist, I reached down and gently grabbed a hold of him about a foot away from the end of his 6 foot length. He let out another louder hiss to buy his freedom and I was left with just this image of his magic.
Enjoy the beauty in uncommon places on your journey†††nada te turbe†††††jim