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I found a rather tatty Emperor Moth (Saturnia pavonia) while out adder watching and thought I'd home in on the eyespot. Had no idea how hooked and toothlike the scales were! Go as large as you can to see, if you fancy it.
On tour of the Lower Antelope Canyon. In the Navajo Nation Reservation area in LeChee, Arizona, United States.
I was a bit disappointed that I haven't found anything with a pattern for todays Macro Mondays theme until I realised that I've just found out that this butterfly is a ringlet by the pattern on its wings.
It has been a grey, cold sunday. I had hoped to find some fresh mushrooms (for my L*go farmer), but grey alone makes no rain. Was glad to find at least one butterfly I haven't photographed before. You won't see it unless it moves, because it looks like a dry leaf in the grass.
Lucky me that is on holiday in Mauritius, walking along the beach there is so much coral swept onto the beach and have been collecting the more interesting pieces. The main subject I thought was perfect for Macro Monday’s latest theme.
My 100X project for 2018: Patterns in Nature. An easy subject for me, because it is what I enjoy photographing. I love seeing the final collage like this to see how the colors of nature change with the seasons, starting with Winter and ending with Autumn.
Just creeped myself out looking at online snake identification charts 😬 🐍 I’m pretty sure it’s a common garter snake. I see them pretty frequently around here.
Daisy in Bobolink Meadow, Jackson Park, Chicago, IL, for #MacroMondays #PatternsinNature. Taken at 1:1 magnification and cropped slightly.
Seashells embedded in a sedimentary rock collected at Ano Nuevo Point in Ano Nuevo State Park, San Mateo County, California.
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Sadly, I found a puddle of downy woodpecker feathers in my yard this morning. Some predator had made a meal of it. I couldn’t resist the chance to study the feathers.
For a brief period in the late 1800’s Wyndham was a thriving boom town but any glory it may once have had has long since departed. It is now no more than a small, desolate and declining township on the remote north coast of Western Australia. Sitting on the edge of the Cambridge Gulf, it is surrounded by a seemingly endless expanse of dreary tidal mudflats and mangroves. Yet when viewed from the Five Rivers Lookout—perched high above the town on the edge of the Erskine Range—some of the mudflats can have their own particular beauty. The view here looks north along the West Arm of the Gulf toward the low but rugged coastal ranges.
The five rivers from which the lookout takes its name are the Forrest, the Durack, The Pentecost and the King, all of which empty into the West Arm of the Gulf, and the Ord which opens into the East Arm.
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A Macro Mondays submission on the topic "Patterns in nature". It is currently midwinter here in Sydney, so not many autumn leaves, but the Blueberry Ash tree in the garden seems to lose leaves throughout the year, one at a time. This leaf was changing colour from green to red in a very distinctive way.
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Wild grapevines that grow in my garden. I’ve never seen grapes on them. Possibly the animals eat them as soon as they develop.
The transient beauty of the coast is intricately intertwined with the captivating patterns that emerge in the sand, crafted by the relentless forces of wind and wave. These natural sculptors shape the shoreline, leaving behind ephemeral masterpieces.
As the tides ebb and flow, they orchestrate a delicate dance with the sand. With each advancing wave, the water gently caresses the shore, carrying particles of sand along its journey. As the wave recedes, it relinquishes its cargo, depositing the grains in a meticulous arrangement. This cyclical process, repeated countless times, creates intricate patterns that stretch along the coastline.
The patterns left behind by the retreating tide mimic the ebb and flow of life itself. Swirling ripples, reminiscent of a miniature desert landscape, emerge as the water recedes, their graceful curves and undulating lines transforming the beach into a living work of art. The patterns are at once orderly and chaotic, with intricate geometrical formations intermingling with whimsical curves and asymmetrical shapes.
The wind, a silent artist in its own right, adds its touch to the sculpting process. As it sweeps across the coast, it whispers secrets to the sand, coaxing it to dance in its invisible embrace. The wind's gentle touch lifts fine particles from the beach, carrying them aloft in an intricate ballet. It sculpts the sand into delicate ripples, resembling the soft undulations of fabric.
The interplay between the wind and the tide results in an ever-changing landscape. The patterns shift and evolve, shaped by the combined forces of these elemental sculptors. Ripples become miniature mountains, rising and falling in a transient topography that mirrors the larger contours of the surrounding coast. Each gust of wind and every advancing or receding wave leaves its mark, etching new patterns and erasing old ones, in an eternal cycle of creation and destruction.
These ephemeral patterns serve as a reminder of the impermanence of existence and the transient nature of beauty, as each passing moment alters the landscape, erasing what once was and creating something new. The sands become a canvas for the symphony of time, a tangible reflection of the ever-changing nature of our lives.
The beauty of these fleeting patterns lies not only in their visual allure but also in the emotions they evoke. They inspire a sense of wonder and awe, inviting us to pause and appreciate the intricate designs that nature creates with such effortless grace. The patterns speak of the interconnectedness of all things, the harmonious interplay between the elements, and the constant flux that defines our existence.
In these patterns of nature, we find a profound lesson: that life, like the shifting sands, is ever-changing, and that true beauty lies not in permanence but in the appreciation of the fleeting moments that grace our journey.