Forty million years ago the hardening resin of amber trees trapped a piece of that world. The ancient mountains, whose majestic peaks graced the sky, long since turned to dust . Those seas got dry, in their place fertile plains came into being, the previous plains became mountains and the valleys turned into seas. The world in amber has not changed. The animals which forty million years ago did not manage to get out of the sticky trap were mummified and have been preserved up to now. Today we can observe flower petals, which dropped at the end of the spring, and autumn rain droplets. The majesty of such an age may overawe. Nevertheless, if we look at the amber with indulgence, we might spot quite contemporary histories in it.
The fly looks like an apparition with its unfolded winds and stretched outward antennas. The whole body of the insect is covered with some white coating because of the conditions in which the resin was hardening.
Everybody who has their own garden, even the smallest one, knows how much they have to work to maintain it. This little garden came into being 40 million years ago and, despite the fact that nobody has taken care of it since that time, is still well preserved.
This little spider got hardened as it was lurking, ready to jump, focused . It looks like a superhero or an assassin which skulked in a dark nook.
The fog was gradually thinning out. It was moving back into the deep forest uncovering all shapes hidden at night. The dew drop floating down the trunk of a tree got stuck in the nook of the resin leak.
It was raining that day. Tens of microscopic droplets hardened in amber. The ant did not come back to its anthill. Did it decide to drink some salty coffee?
Wrapped up with its soft wings it seems to wait for somebody to wake up its beauty.
Covered with resin the insect might have been fighting for some time. It was trapped in this amber lump in an unnatural pose. The silhouette resembles a galloping horse.
A profuse discharge of resin carried away a fairly big piece of bark of a tree, which trapped in amber drifts like a patch of land in the boundless ocean.
