Photos on the journey #491 – It is a small world!


I just got a new Nikon PK-13 extension tube so I could get a bit closer to the small world. Of course, I would have one of the windiest days to try and explore this new world. I was almost getting seasick trying to follow this little bloom ( it is about the size of a dime) as it swayed it the breeze. Then, like magic, the wind paused, the tiniest speck of a red fly landed while I was in focus from about 3 inches away. The small world is an amazing journey.

Peaceout ††† en theos ††† jlawrence

Photos on the journey #486 – Are you transparent as you inch along?

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I found this little creature  (he was about 1/2″ shy of being an inch worm) munching his way to a feast on my Four A Clocks. To the bare eye he appeared to be green. In processing the images I was amazed that he was mostly transparent, and the green came from what he was sitting on and what was on the inside.

This brought me to the question, am I being totally transparent with even myself ? When I look in the mirror do I see what is inside or just the veneer of the reflection?

Today is the start of the second half of this year. Am I one half the way to becoming what I am meant to be, or just a brick shy of a full load ?

Start your second half with the  same enthusiasm you had at the beginnings of the first half!

PEACEOUT ††† en theos ††† jlawrence

Photos on the journey #484 -yellow jacket on Yucca plant


I do not have fear or run from a snake, but yellow jackets are a different story. I guess it was getting stung so many times as a youngster. When I was 6, I ran outside one Sunday morning in my bare feet. I leaped off the back porch and my foot landed in a downed yellow jacket comb. I think that helped seal the deal. So last week, with my wife actually laughing at my fear, I decided to face my demons and get close (4-6 inches) and photograph the feared beast. I do appreciate their beauty, but that tail end still gives me the willies.

Yellow jacket is the common name in North America for predatory wasps of the genera Vespula and Dolichovespula. Members of these genera are known simply as “wasps” in other English-speaking countries. Most of these are black and yellow; some are black and white like the bald-faced hornet, Dolichovespula maculata. Others may have the abdomen background color red instead of black. They can be identified by their distinctive markings, their occurrence only in colonies, and a characteristic, rapid, side to side flight pattern prior to landing. All females are capable of stinging. Despite having drawn the loathing of humans, yellow jackets are in fact important predators of pest insects.

These species have lance-like stingers with small barbs, and typically sting repeatedly, though occasionally a stinger becomes lodged and pulls free of the wasp’s body; the venom, like most bee and wasp venoms, is primarily only dangerous to humans if allergic, unless a victim is stung many times. All species have yellow or white on their faces. The mouthparts are well-developed with strong mandibles for capturing and chewing insects, with probosces for sucking nectar, fruit, and other juices. Yellow jackets build nests in trees, shrubs, or in protected places such as inside man-made structures, or in soil cavities, mouse burrows, etc. They build them from wood fiber they chew into a paper-like pulp. Many other insects exhibit protective mimicry of aggressive, stinging yellow jackets; in addition to numerous bees and wasps (Müllerian mimicry), the list includes some flies, moths, and beetles (Batesian mimicry).

PEACEOUT ††† en theos ††† jlawrence

Photo of Da day @ Da Pine #333

While sitting on my front porch, enjoying the 80 degree shade. There were two of these large red dragon flies teasing me out of my rocking chair to follow and photograph. There is this small dead tree (a failed attempt to replant nature) that one of them kept landing on. They most certainly were teases as they would let me get to about 3 feet and then fly off. I swear I heard a faint giggle of laughter in the wind as they zoomed off.They had not a clue as to what a stubborn old fart I can be. I stood frozen in time feeling the summer breeze trying to move what little hair I have. I wished I could speak dragonfly to tell them it’s okay, I only want to borrow a brief moment of their time. One finally landed and gave me an unusual angle. He sat there for a total of ten – 1/250 of a second and for that slant slice of time, we spoke. He clung to the branch while I clung to it’s beauty.It can be a fine line between patience and stubbornness on your journey††††††††nada te turbe†††††jim

via Photo of Da day @ Da Pine #333.