My friend found this in her house today. She said it was like her spirit animal. I loved the idea. She let it fly free. I wish I had seen it. I’ve had to adjust the exposure and colour to try and make it visible because it was a very dark image originally. The structure of a dragonfly is amazing. It looks like the bones of a spine with a skull and wings.
No, just a photo through a sheet of bubble wrap, then multiplied in a photo editing ap, there you are, a vaguely insect like photo. Now I could put it through a couple of other apps and see what happens? Shall I….
To be honest I don’t know. If I did it might be OK, but I haven’t decided yet. Sometimes you can have too many options at your fingertips.
I saw a face,
I blocked out some of the photo, and added some lines to the result in a sympathetic green colour. The blue mecanopsis flowers form stunning eyes, the concave petals give it depth. The dark purple makes the mouth and upper lips. It’s a almost insect like, perhaps like the head of a dragonfly? I can see antennae on it. It’s something I enjoy doing, playing with images.
This was on the back door this morning. Resplendent in red and black, this is a Burnet moth I think. The black wings had little red patches on them. I couldn’t get a good photo because the light from outside was making it difficult to see the moth properly.
I feel lucky that we are finding such beauty in our garden.
I’m doing a few more pictures now. The yellow Bee on a yellow flower needs refining, I might make the centre of the flower a bit more orange or gold. The Holly was a bit of an experiment. The background is quite abstract. I might paint a banner across it saying Holly and Ivy, and add some Ivy scrambling up through the Holly plant. Or I might just brighten the Holly berries. Not sure…. More to follow.
Daliah with hover flies. Another form of pollinator. They are so similar looking to bees with yellow and black stripes although they are quite a bit smaller. They really do hover almost like humming birds.
I like these daliahs, I like the simplicity and bright colours and because they are not double flowers the insects can get at the pollen easily.
My husband almost sat on this bee. I tried to give it some water but it flew off.
As the paper said in the seventies “phew what a scorcher”.
I managed to get quite close then used the zoom on my phone. The metal look plastic weave on the chair make it interesting and I like the detail on the bee and the folded wings. You can just see the antenna on the left side so that’s the head end x
A model of a waterboatman. They swim upside down on the surface tension of the waters surface. They eat duck weed and algae. Not to be mixed up with great diving beetles or pond skaters. When I saw this I was amazed at its intricate structure.
This model was in a local shopping centre. It was about four foot across. Fascinating
Wasp! I’ve stood on one and been stung before now. I don’t like them but I can live with them, except when they built a nest in between some bricks and started coming out into the kitchen when they emerged. I got up one morning and there were a few wasps flying round the kitchen. Two many to catch and I didn’t have any fly spray so I had to hoover them up in the vacuum cleaner. I felt guilty about it. Then over the next week we had more every morning. I had to book pest control in the end.
Now years later I just had a huge wasp fly into the living room. It must have come in from the garden when my partner went outside.
The cats ears pricked up and he started looking up and jumping onto cupboards to try and catch it. I don’t think chewed wasp would be good for him. Then it flew onto the window behind a net curtain.
I shouted my partner as I could not reach. A plastic tub and a magazine were used to trap it, now its free flying around outside.
Phew! Strange how insects can be so upsetting. Wasps are useful for eating pests and pollenation. And thankfully I didn’t have to vacuum it up!
Ask me if I’m a poet and I will say no. It’s not something I do very often. I wrote some on Facebook a few years ago and then lost track of them. I suppose now I have more time that I’m trying to fill I can try to write…..
But it’s not Art! I hear gasps of fear, There is no paint, no sculpting hammer.
No blow to chip the detail from the infinite ages. Where is your paintbrush, do you care? To mold faces from thin air?
How do I draw a Dragon, head and tail…with words or crayon, clay or ink? I do not know, I cannot think.
But I will try to soar in flame, give sight to thought, or begin again.