I was having a conversation yesterday about the appeal of the natural world.
Does it exist in urban environments?
What happens when there are no foxes (not even urban foxes) and no bluebells?
The answer has to be to ‘drill down’; go smaller; there’s always something.
No need to invest in a microscope and pore over alien worlds invisible to the naked eye.
Normal eyesight suffices to watch an ant colony or find a groundsel’s exquisite clock seed head.
Or, as here, to view what look like balsa-wood carvings strung along a stem of quaking grass.