Day 1958, Hoverfly.

Kingdom: Animalia or animals (also called Metazoa) are multicellular, eukaryotic organisms in the biological kingdom Animalia. With few exceptions, animals consume organic material, breathe oxygen, are able to move, can reproduce sexually, and go through an ontogenetic stage in which their body consists of a hollow sphere of cells, the blastula, during embryonic development.

Phylum: Arthropoda. Arthropods are invertebrate animals having an exoskeleton, a segmented body, and paired jointed appendages. it includes insects, arachnids, myriapods, and crustaceans.

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Day 1957, Bombini.

I wanted to find out what the name was of the bee on this picture, I know the name in Dutch is Hommel and in English Bumblebee but I wanted to know the Latin name. I found it on Wikipedia and these different names and classes and I was intrigued.

Kingdom: Animalia or animals (also called Metazoa) are multicellular, eukaryotic organisms in the biological kingdom Animalia. With few exceptions, animals consume organic material, breathe oxygen, are able to move, can reproduce sexually, and go through an ontogenetic stage in which their body consists of a hollow sphere of cells, the blastula, during embryonic development.

Phylum: Arthropoda. Arthropods are invertebrate animals having an exoskeleton, a segmented body, and paired jointed appendages. it includes insects, arachnids, myriapods, and crustaceans.

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Day 1956, leap.

You weren’t sure

if the ground you were standing on

could support your leap

of desperation

~

to the mountain you see

hiding

still

in the mist

1955, grey.

The sun was gone today

so I had to look

harder

for you today

~

I found you hiding

where the colors are grey

you lost them again

Day 1952, when.

When I look at nature

when the air feels like the rain that darkens the horizon

and all the noise fades

when nature brings me silence

~

I sometimes

Day 1929, stare.

for some reason

they all stared

deep into the surface

of the body in front

~

at the end

they saw no longer light

like the wanderer

that couldn’t fit.

Day 1763, dis like.

I have been reading around 800 of my old poems by now. A lot of them make no sense to me without the picture that it belongs to. The one I chose for today is from Day 1576.

Two flowers behind

the window in front of them

while rain and sun play

This one I personally like, even without the picture and meaning. The knowledge that what you like at the moment of creation might be disliked a few moments, hours, day’s, weeks or months later is…sobering. With my writing I have little pretensions, I can’t really judge it so this makes it easier to accept that I might dislike it the next day. I still have a lot to learn and as soon as the money allows it I will hire some online teacher that can give me some pointers.

With my picture taking it is similar, the difference is that I don’t dislike my old pictures, they are just out of fashion. What I mean with that is that I go thru phases, I have periods that I like saturated colors, and other times more muted or black and white. This changes all the time and I always love the faze I am in.

With photography I also don’t mind what others might think of it, with my poetry I would mind. But like photography, poetry is also subjective. There are some rules in photography, but a good photographer can brake those rules and still make it look good. I guess that’s also possible in poetry, but I am still in a phase that I enjoy the process, smile about my own ingenuity, and don’t understand what I was righting about three weeks later.

In the pictures below you can see that i like to get close to the things that are interesting, and hardly ever get seen.

Day 1202, wet sand.

Day 1202.jpg

I rest my head

in fresh cut grass.

Moist in the sand

from yesterday’s rain

makes me realize.

~

I see the flowers

in uncut grass

next to me

with colors

more beautiful

than the last time.

~

I close my eyes

fall away

and feel my wet hair

dry.

Nochrisis

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