Flesh Fly in Royal Botanic Garden for Saturday Critter

 

The flesh fly carries a name that sounds like something dredged from a nightmare. It is famous—or infamous—for laying its young in rotting meat, a habit that places it firmly in the darker corners of nature’s recycling crew. One imagines something grotesque, a creature as unpleasant as the task it performs.

Yet through the quiet discipline of a macro lens, the story softens.

Up close, the flesh fly reveals an unexpected intricacy: a body dusted in grey and charcoal bands, wings like panes of smoked glass, and eyes that shimmer with a mosaic of crimson facets. The coarse bristles along its thorax catch the light like fine wire. What seemed repulsive at a distance becomes, in magnification, almost architectural.

Unlike many flies that lay eggs, flesh flies practice larviposition—depositing living larvae instead. It is an efficient strategy. The tiny maggots begin feeding immediately, accelerating the decomposition of carrion. In forests, fields, and quiet roadside corners, they serve as discreet custodians of decay, returning flesh to soil with remarkable speed.

Seen this way, the insect is less a villain than a functionary of the earth’s quiet economy. What repels us is simply the necessary work of renewal.

Through the lens, the flesh fly pauses for a moment, poised on the edge between revulsion and beauty—an emissary from the unseen machinery of life, reminding us that even the agents of rot carry their own austere elegance.

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Mount Dandenong Wallaby for Saturday Critter

 

Among the weeds and soft, ungoverned grasses of Mount Dandenong, a wallaby paused—small enough to seem newly arrived in the world, its movements tentative, its attention alert. The young animal stood half-concealed by green growth, as though the mountain itself were teaching it how to remain unseen. There was something quietly disarming in the sight: a reminder that, even here, life continues on its own careful terms.

Mount Dandenong has long drawn people upward from Melbourne, away from the ordered grid of the city and into cooler air and taller trees. Tourists arrive for the forest drives, the lookouts, the gardens arranged with deliberate beauty, and the promise of escape contained within an easy distance. Cafés line the ridges, and cars pull over for views that frame the city far below, softened by haze. It is a place marketed for its charm and calm, its sense of elevation—both literal and emotional.

Yet encounters like this wallaby quietly resist the polished narrative of tourism. Beyond the paths and signposts, the mountain remains a working landscape of lives largely unnoticed. The grasses and weeds shelter creatures who do not pose for photographs, who move through the margins left between roads and picnic grounds. The presence of a young wallaby, still learning its place, gives the area a deeper texture: not just a destination, but a shared ground where human curiosity and older, ongoing patterns of life intersect.

In Mount Dandenong, tourism may set the stage, but moments like this supply the meaning. The mountain offers more than views and refreshment; it offers brief, unguarded glimpses into a continuity that predates and outlasts every visit.

Olympus E520

150mm f2

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Collins Street Arcade Mural for Mural Monday

 

This was drawn on the wall of a Chinese restaurant joint. The painting was quite oriental. 

Olympus E520

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Totally buggered after a whole night out with Joel for hunting Milkyway bow in Phillip Island. We got the shot before the dark cloud cover came in. Lucky for us.

Little Wallaby baby for Saturday's Critter

 

A new karate moves 

Olympus E520

150mm f2

This is in link with Saturday's Critter