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spider time

I first saw her after catching a glimpse of her golden web, hanging between she-oak trees in the late afternoon sun as I cycled home from work.

OrbSpiders

Golden orb–weaving spiders

With no camera, and the comfortable domestic pleasures of Friday evening enticing me on, I didn’t stop to have a closer look. Of course the memory of a golden-webbed spider large enough to be seen while travelling, looking back, and from several metres away, was sufficient motivation to return to take photographs.

She is a Golden Orb Weaver, Nephila edulis, apparently widespread in Australia, especially Western Australia where this photograph was taken (in the urban bushland of Kings Park in Perth). Unfortunately the morning light, or perhaps the aging of the web, has lost the golden sparkle which originally caught my attention. Apparently the ‘edulis‘ part of her name means that the spider herself is edible; she is at least a mouthful, with a body length of 3-4 cm.

Just below and to the left of the mess of her food waste in the web, mainly insect exoskeletons, her male partner can be seen.

The link to information has some more astonishing photographs, including one of a small bird caught in the web and being consumed by a female Golden Orb Weaver.

P.S. Geek note – the photo was taken with a Sony compact, can’t remember the model. I used to have the same sort of thing in Olympus. All my photos on this blog are taken with one or other.

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westward leading

NorthShoreStrip

North Shore Strip

“I’m back”,
he said, “and
those in the know will
figure out,
from the photographs,
where I’ve been”, with
that annoying smirk and
poorly-concealed
wink of those with
self-important
secrets. Read more…

a slight chance of shadows

weather like bent trees
atmosphere is more than air
even the very leaves
rattle, crisply, its quiet name
in sunlight, dull, metallic
.


This post first appeared at a slight chance of shadows on Cinquain Fevah!

touch stones

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an instalment of proverbs, psalms and curses

marricrowdDo not ask a tree
how old it is. It
will never tell you,
and you will have
to cut it to the
ground to find out.
It may fall on you.

Do not cover the
soil with anything
that has not grown
in soil first. One day,
when you are no
longer alive, soil will
cover you.

You must never
taint or hoard
water. The risks are
too great; wars have
been waged over
less. While much is
still free, save and
purify all you can.

Be kind to all
things living; this
is your dominion,
the first gifts spoken. We
will know, like Job,
that these are
our teachers.

stonesDo not tear the
stones from their
resting places in the
Earth. At the very end,
as time and space
collapse, they will
shame you with
their singing.

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o0OOOo

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under cypress leaves

under cypress leaves
soft breeze pushes riverward
– dancing points of light

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beyond the river
city stains scarp-horizon-sky
– yellow fades to blue

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wind-stuccoed water
under incandescent sun
– golden radiance

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over golden sand
clear water rippling shoreward
bands of pollen grains

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lone resting human
bicycle leans on park bench
tired eyes squint east

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Matilda Bay sunrise

early

“Sulphur isotope data from early Archaean rocks suggest that microbes with metabolisms based on sulphur existed almost 3.5 billion years ago, leading to suggestions that the earliest microbial ecosystems were sulphur-based.”

microfossilsBreathing sulfur, Lucifer’s contrail settles,
flaming, to Earth, tiny acrid engines
building his deep domain to fight a beauty
growing by the Day. Heaven splits from
Earth, and  falling becomes possible;
the Deep is molten, heaving; a
primordial evening and morning pass,
and again; the planet breathes, flourishes
before the Liar finds his reptilian disguise
and brings the brimstone upward. The
tiny traces of creation’s alien dawn
brim in stone, clues for the diligent.

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Wacey, D., Kilburn, M.R., Saunders, M., Cliff, J. and Brasier, M.D. 2011. Microfossils of sulphur-metabolizing cells in 3.4-billion-year-old rocks of Western Australia. Nature Geoscience 4, 698-702. (http://dx.doi.org/10.1038/ngeo1238)

where i live

a gargantuan step in the crust of Earth
where archaean granites fell, infinitesimally,
for miles; water and wind, grinding, wearing
a hinterland westward fill the giant breach,
layers stacked, mud upon sand, over, again
a thousand times and a million millennia of
the debris of ocean and land. We walk, live, love
and die on the latest of these; droughty bushland
is rampant on this skin of dune and swale, while
the tired river dreams of a raging, humid past.

WAin the summer, an east wind
the temperature of human blood
pushes the gasping air of the desert
across suburbia, fading as it smooths
weary Indian Ocean swells rearing
glassy over ancient coralline reefs.
As the land cools towards sultry nights,
cool humid sea air rushes in as respite to
baking dunes and sweating humans, before the
warm stillness, full of night-creature sounds,
blankets the humming city before dawn’s
desert breeze returns.

atmosphere inverts, and it is winter; thunder
roars with the start of it, rain-soaked west winds
having howled unhindered from the Cape of Good
Hope to punish and soothe the brittle land. The
weakness of trees is culled; waiting seeds,
crouched in humic sand, sacrifice isolation
and autonomy to erupt into air and sunlight,
littering the gritty soil with green.

I love this place with a longing, never
belonging passion, as far from patriotism as
soil and litter from the headlong surges of
human power and commerce. But, land I love,
still you leave me homeless, tease with sparkling
rock, with wild marsupial eyes, with the
strangeness of it all. There are no nests, no
foxholes; you have taught me well that
my rest is of another space and time,
another beauty more other-worldly
than imagination or hope.

Garden brag book

Western Australia is a biodiversity hotspot – even in suburbia…
…and, yes, the photos below are really all taken in our own garden!

SpringGarden

Spring Garden

GrevilleaSuperb

Grevillea 'Superb'


Read more…

pull out

pull out
those headphones
the music sings and soothes
but the tree frogs
are calling softly in
the twilight and
you are walking
home
to the ones you love
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soil

 

gravity, air and water
strip the weary planet bare;
rocks shrink and change while
ocean-bound, forming, for a moment
in time, a fleeting skin of soil
soilroot
 
(and again as a tanka)

rocks shrink and change while
gravity, air and water
strip the weary earth;
a sustaining skin of soil
holds the transience of life

autumn subtleties

at green fibre tips
points of forest-filtered light
– track-cutter’s wounds
Xanthorrhoea pruned
 a crowd of marris  standing ready
to catch us with their grandeur
hush! the east wind
 parched and brittle
a fur-like skin of moss waits
winter rain will come
 Dry moss in autumn
 Bark whorls kissed by embers
bark whorled like human skin
scars of identity

falling

meteor burns a
brief and fading track along
a cool midnight sky
many nights of craned necks show
patience comes before good luck

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