12. August 2018 · Comments Off on The Buzz on Robber Flies · Categories: Places · Tags: ,

While they are widely considered to be unpleasant predators, I’ve gotten along with various Asilidae by noticing them and imitating them. They appear to appreciate the recognition, and will often interrupt their ongoing affairs out of curiosity. When they fly they make a variable buzz that sounds like someone speaking over a badly tuned radio, unintelligible but just barely so. I see and hear them as a little random voice of the desert flying around. Some message needs to get out, but what is it?

They often appear when my internal dialogue needs to be quietened, their unfocused buzz a mild mockery of my unfocused thoughts.

When I imitate their buzz they will often alight somewhere nearby and co-operate with being photographed, especially if I keep buzzing. Like roadrunners, they like to display their kill. Sadly, the auto-focus on my antiquated camera lost a shot of a Robber Fly with its face covered in red gore, partway through eating something. It went out of its way to land in front of me with its prey, and sadly I can’t share that moment. This one will have to do for now.

Robber Fly displaying it’s lunch. Landed with it in front of me when I buzzed at it, then lifted it up as I pointed the camera.

robber-fly-with-lunch Robber Fly With Lunch
11. August 2018 · Comments Off on Made In the Shade · Categories: Places · Tags:

How’s your summer going?

Juniper Cliff
01. August 2018 · Comments Off on Remains · Categories: Places · Tags: ,

Tree forms…

19. July 2018 · Comments Off on Tucked Away, Not Eaten · Categories: Places · Tags: ,

Open grazing territory. Easy enough to see where the cattle, deer, and elk traverse.

But deep in a narrow tucked-away wash, not even open enough for small animal trails, flowers stand a chance.

Sweet Flower
18. July 2018 · Comments Off on Hike Your Own Hike · Categories: Places · Tags: , ,

We’re all out there on out own journey, large and small. Thanks to this beetle that paused its passage to pose for me.

Red Bug Climbing
20. June 2018 · Comments Off on Semaphoric · Categories: Places · Tags: ,

Just one in the middle of a vast forest that I saw. What is a signal that isn’t received?

19. June 2018 · Comments Off on The Dancing Moth · Categories: Places · Tags: ,

No photos for this one. If it returns I’ll put one in here.

In the morning I typically go check the water I leave out for my neighbors. Often the little stock tank is down a few inches, likely from elk coming by at night to get a drink. There was rain here recently, so the birdbath wasn’t as depleted as usual, but there were a few moths and other flying things swamped in the water.

One of the foundered this morning was an awkward sort of moth, narrow and long with an extended narrow head and drooped nose like a Concorde jet, an off-white so it stood out as it lay there on the water like an aviation disaster with its wings sprawled awkwardly.

I took one of the flat pieces of rock I have for such occasions and swept it up and out of the water, then attended to the other refugees before refilling the birdbath and topping off the stock tank. As I brought the hose over, I noticed the the awkward moth was already up and about. It has amazed me in the past how long a tiny moth can survive without dying from hypothermia in that cold water: I’ve come to think that there’s some undiscovered trick involved.

I dumped the birdbath and started refilling it, as I did the awkward moth leapt from the edge of the deck, danced and twirled across my feet, lingering on one briefly for warmth, then took off at a steep vertical angle like an exuberant fluttering arrow towards the sun.

I often feel that I am largely inconsequential. But I’m one dancing moth further from that this morning.

14. June 2018 · Comments Off on Regular · Categories: Places · Tags: ,

Water is important out here. This one comes by for a drink even when I’m out on the porch, if I stay still.

Fox Drinking
13. May 2018 · Comments Off on Altitude Adjustment · Categories: Places · Tags: , ,

In the 6000’s, which is close enough. And back off the grid. The auxiliary reflection hut with its lovely interior sculpting was constructed from cob.

The scarlet flowers are blooming from prickly mounds among the pinons and junipers.

08. April 2018 · Comments Off on End of the Day · Categories: Places · Tags:
Pines