Often ordinary encounters are easily dismissed, the are pushed aside and deemed as mundane.
It is rare that one realizes the tremendous impact such an encounter can have on the otherworlds, I say otherworlds because there are worlds other than our own, yes, worlds that dwell in ours, worlds we do not even realize are part of ours, so intertwined and interwoven they are, that we simply see them as a miniscule part of our own.
(different "factions" of ants having a good ol battle royalle)
Yet these worlds are not ours, if we were to find ourselves there, in these otherworlds, would we be able to survive, would we cope with the vast differences? These worlds have rules different from ours, their inhabitants function differently to us, their social structures are worlds apart from that which we know. What we might call community they might call colony, we have leaders (in most cases) they have rulers, always.
(The face of the Ruling Hopper King, a grass hopper or locust inspecting possible new territory)
These worlds are mostly minute to us, we often miss them or simply ignore them because of their size. They are still there...
(A poor lonely Brown Widow, they fade somewhat after killing their first husband and no longer have the right to the tittle of Black Widow, or maybe they become more black the more husbands they kill, I don't honestly know as my arachnid is somewhat rusty and this particular lady was not very chatty.)
I have seen them... I have changed my perspective and grown to their level, shrunk to their size to gain a better understanding of these worlds within our own.
I tell you now, it is frightening...
(This mini Titan seems prehistoric, he belongs to the family Beetle, again I could not communicate with him as I have not learned to speak Beetlic.)
We know not the horrors beneath us.
(All images are my own and are part of a macro photography series I am working on titled Darklands the Otherworld)
