Insect series:
I am fascinated by the paradox that the workers of decay like flies and ants have been some of the best preserved species to have been passed on to our day in immaculate condition encapsulated in amber from up to 120 million years ago - looking like they could get up and fly away if they could only free themselves.
The fly, suspended in amber is to me at the same time beautiful and horrific, it looks as tough it is dancing, but some limbs are unnaturally twisted, freezing the the last struggling movement to free itself.

"We are sometimes able to turn round our indifference to the deaths of flies into a recognition of the indifference of nature and time to our own lives and deaths, absorbing though they both seem to us" - Steven Connor from "Fly" 2006

'To quote, no other and no self, no self and no distinctions - that's almost it.
But I don't understand what makes it this way.
Something sure seems to govern, but I can't find the least trace of it.
It acts, nothing could be apparent, but we never see its form.
It has nature, but no form'
Chuang Tzu Translated by David Hinton

I think the old Chinese and Japanese poets like Li po, and Basho express wonderfully the simplicity and complexity of nature. Having grown up close to it in Norway, the atmospheres of the evening and winter landscape is something I come back to, time and time again.