Macro Monday came just in time to share a critter aiI discovered in my weekend photo shoot.

August
When the blackberries hang
swollen in the woods, in the brambles
nobody owns, I spend
all day among the high
branches, reaching
my ripped arms, thinking
of nothing, cramming
the black honey of summer
into my mouth; all day my body
accepts what it is. In the dark
creeks that run by there is
this thick paw of my life darting among
the black bells, the leaves; there is
this happy tongue.
By Mary Oliver.
Amazing! Great macro of such a tiny critter. Love it! 😊
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Wonderful memories of blackberry summer when I was young.
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