GAIA'S HEARTBEAT experience the pulsing earth in photos
From the moment they emerge and unfurl their wings their symmetry is unmatched
Whether muted or vibrant colors the intricacy of design is mesmerizing
I am always drawn to these gentle creatures
The following photos are of those who settled just long enough for me to capture the memory
MOTHS
BUTTERFLIES
I wonder who 2018 will bring to this space?
If anyone knows either of the two unknown moths please help me!
The droning of insects reverberates throughout my body
It begins with a subtle vibration on my ear drum which slowly permeates ever fiber of my being
Perhaps their songs are louder today as they instinctually know the world is in balance.
Twelve hours of light – twelve hours of darkness
Gaia is readying her children for what is to come
Birds of all sizes and colors join in the chorus as they search the fields and trees for seed and nut
Creatures who hug the earth are ever vigilant
As a kaleidoscope changes so does the landscape
Shades of green gives way to a patchwork of gold, orange and red
Autumn is upon us, there is still work to be done by all…
Miraculous – amazing – always
Mundane – never
Around all of us in every moment in time there is something beautiful
Something strange
Something that catches our attention
Just take the time to see it
When William Shakespeare said “The Eyes are the window to your soul, he was no doubt talking about the human soul. To equate a soul to an animal can become quite a contentious debate. Having spent my adult life in stewardship to our Mother Earth I absolutely believe all her children have souls. When I look into their eyes I see their connection to the earth, an understanding of this place they call home. Their connection is often deeper than ours. They are part of a web many of us have turned away from. Take a moment and try to connect as they do.
As the sun sinks lower on the southern horizon his rays do not provide the same intensity of heat as on summer days.
These fragile creatures search for the last of summer flowers to rest and feast upon.
To watch them glide on invisible currents my heart aches for what is to come.
“This species is separated from the White-checkered skipper with confidence only by dissection and examination of the male genitalia.” from butterfliesandmoths.org
The Iris and the Lily 