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Mabel’s mother had warned her to stay in the middle of the leaf, not to stray towards the edges, but being Mabel, who created her own adventures, she had gone exploring. Now, her life literally hanging by a thread, she wished she had listened.
But…what strange, giant creature is this that’s come to rescue her?
Torpedo Bug, suburban bushland, Sydney, Australia. 1/60, f7.1, ISO 200, flash, handheld single shot
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Jethro had enjoyed his dream sleep, comfily suspended upside-down by a silk thread throughout the starlit night. But now, out hunting his breakfast, he was on alert for the dumb, fluffy cat who frequented his patch of garden.
Fluffy-bum, as her Human called her, was hardly cunning enough to intentionally stalk him, but in an undiscerning act of curiosity, she might smack him into oblivion with a giant paw.
Just as well he has eyes in the back, front, and sides of his head…
Jumping Spider in my garden, Sydney, Australia. 1/100, f7.1, ISO 200, flash, handheld
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Imelda, grumpy at discovering just that morning that only the male of her species grew wings, had a tussle with her dreadlocks iron. Now she was on her way to a plant sap festival, her hair a hot mess.
Cotton Mealy Bug, Sydney Royal Botanic Gardens, Sydney, Australia. 1/50, f5.6, ISO 200, flash, handheld,
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Horace did not see the Human at first. He was too busy trying to extricate himself from the web of an orb-weaving spider in the silver spruce on the driveway.
But now they clocked one another…
Australian Stick Mantis, in my garden in Sydney, Australia. 1/25, f3.2, ISO 100, ambient light, handheld,
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This was its response…
I then asked…
We’re living in a whole new world.
What do you think?
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of the ancient trees, how they give us the smooth paper leaves
on which we love to press down with granite
made from the centre of the earth;
nor of the fungi beneath, how one fruiting body brings us certain death
and another alters our consciousness
with its saprotrophic strangeness;
nor of the native bees, how their furry-bodied industries
sustain our food security and survival
as a species;
but instead
of Mr Tait, whose smile
was a warning, and how he taught
us to bookmark a book with its own pages
without damage, and how he showed us how to mitigate
injury from possible falls when using a chair
as a ladder, and how he use to call
all the boys Fathead!
©️2020 K Price
]]>the country roads of New England, passing mini
country churches not big enough to swing
an axe (other than the verbal kind). At the crossroads
in one hamlet, there are two, along with a pub
and a servo, and I wonder if on Sundays
the population of around 150 evenly splits
itself between the green fibro Catholic and the beige fibro
Anglican House of God diagonally opposite. Or do the agnostics
and atheists muddy the holy water? Truth is
I’ve never seen any flock
to attendance, so who goes there? The farmers
praying for rain? The fossickers praying
for that nugget, the alcoholics praying for forgiveness
for beating their wives and children senseless after one
too many at the public house on a Friday night?
Or are these houses of worship mere relics
of the past along with the town’s faith
on account of all that flood, fire
and filicide?
©️2020 K Price
]]>fringed country road, we come upon
a pair of vintage Renaults sitting side by side
in the paddock, like an old couple enjoying
the sun. But age has wearied them and the years
condemned to a slow rusting death, the for-sale sign
long faded. Who drove them to their final destination
full of hope they would go as a bonded
pair to loving home?
©️2020 K Price
]]>when our silhouette on the damp bitumen paints my scarf flying
like a Siamese fighter’s tailfin in the slipstream
and I think of you
Isadora
and wonder if in that nano-second that the forces of the universe conspired
to smash you into the cobblestones of the Riviera
you had a chance to think:
How absurd!
I tuck in the delinquent ends
I wouldn’t want your spectacular end
to be in vain.
©️2020 K Price
]]>Notes from a KTM – December 2019
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