Wednesday, September 28, 2011
On Saturdays, I often hike with my friend, Pauline, and my dogs at Charleston Falls. It's an ever-changing landscape, and never more interesting than on foggy days, when the beauty and complexity of the spiders' webs becomes visible.
Some are like cups
The spider who spun this one was a real dare-devil. I can just picture him, swooping out over the water, wiping his brow with one of his eight legs every time he came safely to rest on the wooden deck.
Some aren't much more than a few strands of gossamer, connecting leaf to twig.
This one looked like a bow-tie.
A thing of beauty is a joy forever.
(Note: Just realized that today marks the three-year anniversary of The Raisin Chronicles. This is my 417th post. Some people just don't know when to shut up, do they?)
Posted by Jeanne Estridge at 5:59 AM