You know I’ve got them here on the screen ready to make you scream Some that slither some that fly some with many legs hairy and slim Who will bite? Who will sting? They await you to make you sweat tremor with terror or shake like a leaf Yes almost time to peek through your fingers if you dare ready to scream soon, here on the screen You know I’ve got them.
The Phobia Gallery – not full size so you won’t faint with a surprise at the end
Every year they appear on the trees, fence posts, blades of grass or anywhere a tree used to be around seventeen years ago. I love finding them as did my daughters who loved to wear them as brooches. It will soon be Summer and their constant singing will ring out through the bush, a sound of an Australian Summer.
“The scientist does not study nature because it is useful to do so. He studies it because he takes pleasure in it, and he takes pleasure in it because it is beautiful. If nature were not beautiful it would not be worth knowing, and life would not be worth living. I am not speaking, of course, of the beauty which strikes the senses, of the beauty of qualities and appearances. I am far from despising this, but it has nothing to do with science. What I mean is that more intimate beauty which comes from the harmonious order of its parts, and which a pure intelligence can grasp.” ― Henri Poincaré, Science and Method
“Monsters cannot be announced. One cannot say: ‘Here are our monsters,’ without immediately turning the monsters into pets.” ― Jacques Derrida
“Everything you see is in the process of making or unmaking or dying or living. Everything is in a state of change.” ― Kelly Barnhill, The Girl Who Drank the Moon
I go to nature to be soothed and healed, and to have my senses put in order.