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During my fungi walk yesterday I came upon an almost exhausted stinkhorn. A few greenbottles wee feeding until a hornet attacked them. Then the activities of the wood ants became more obvious. I once knew someone who took a stinkhorn home for breakfast thinking it to be a morel - something she only did once.
An ant on an Orange Jewelweed blossom beside The Bradford Creek Greenway in Madison, Alabama. Taken with a 16mm extension tube on a 50mm lens.
July 4, 2018
The scene under an old and forgotten apple tree:
This ant is the only one at the forest floor-pie party, busy gnawing away at his free breakfast. It appears other critters have started if for him, and now in its state of decay, the apple is soft and juicy, just to his liking.
(a "MacroMondays" submission, theme "decay" HMM!)
Brewster, Massachusetts
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La famosa Isola Formica, poco più di uno scoglio al largo delle Isole Egadi, Sicilia.
Improvvisa, sorge a pelo d'acqua nel blu del Mediterraneo.
Foto dal mio archivio, buona giornata
#island #egadi #ant #formica #mediterranean #sicily #sicilia #mare #sea #oblò
Bugz On Plantz
I've got an allergy to ants, but I do appreciate them and love to watch and photograph them.
A Stab of Truth to Open Eyes -
On a trail overrun with weeds, a spokesman for the microscopic climbed the beanstalk and came into view abruptly. He gesticulated with antennae to and fro, putting into words, how a giantess occupied with future worries failed to notice the mass murders she commit with feet. The one-eyed titan looked down and saw… oh, what a view. Scores of bodies were lying around, squashed and broken with defeat. The field looks like a battle scene. She sat on unsteady heels and look fixedly at the faultfinder. Except for a borrowed spike from a sea urchin and the hair whorl of Van Gogh throughout, the itty bitty was just another ant in the crowd.
“Fee-fi-fo-fum, I smell the blood of ants everywhere. It’s not my fault that the teeny can’t be seen. They should shriek loud if they can down there, although I won’t be able to hear a thing up here. Only the foolish follows through a single file line and run not in all directions to get out of my way,” the cyclop mocked.
Her accuser remained calm, despite having verbal stones thrown at him. “How many times have you tripped on this trodden path?” the ant cross-examined with genuine interest.
The giantess replied with furrowed brows, “Just five minutes ago, I sprawled because an inconsiderate tortoise tent right in the middle of the road. In general, I stagger at least once a week. Why?”
“The solution is to keep your eyes held high, low on the ground bubbling with life,” the ant responded, an octave higher.
The lady goliath retorted, “I’m used to walking with my head in the clouds. What’s there to observe on the floor? The settling dusts flying up in a breeze?”
The gentle-ant went into detail, “You passed over the fabulous roadmaps made by earthworms in their earthly labor. Over there you missed the invitation of the Malayan shrews, they are sharing with anyone their party of fresh fallen donut peaches. And that meadow ant meandering leisurely with a trimming of curry leaf, he is flossing his teeth.”
Globs of awakening twirled within the iris of the tall titanic. It was the first time she realized that. Having said his piece, teeny sauntered in peace toward his homely jungle. The giantess had better appreciation for ants since and watched her step. To date she is still ironing flat the wrinkly dead leaves with elephantine tread, but instead of stomping on ants, she walks over them now. You think you can easily crush a dozen ants with one finger? Small in size they may look weak, but all it takes is one strong-minded ant to lift you off your feet.
A small ant mimic jumping spider hanging out on a leaf, for some reason i tried a BW and preferred it.
It looks like a wasp, but it is in fact an ant. Only the male is winged.
To be identified, à identifier.Genus/genre Traumatomutilla
146 exposures, wemacro 5um, Olympus LMPlanFI 20x, Raynox 250 tubelens, Nikon d7200, Nikon r1c1 flashkit, iso100 1/200
Ants are one of the toughest tiny creatures for macros because they don't stay at one place.
I shot around 50+ photos by continuously following him and at last finally got this one 😃
f8,1/100,160,70mm
70-300mm with extension tubes