This morning we awoke to fog and lingering raindrops. On a misty morning, spider webs gleam, their threads strung with droplets like pearls. Now the sun is out and the morning mist has long burnt away, leaving an afternoon brimming with cricket-calls. Already this morning’s misty webs seem distant: long gone, brushed from the sleeve of time.
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Sep 21, 2011 at 6:43 pm
Spectacular photo, Lorianne.
Sep 21, 2011 at 7:28 pm
Lovely – words and photo! I noticed the thick fog this morning. Alas, it mirrored the fog of my brain on waking. But a lovely, warm sunny day did follow, alive with cricket song.
Sep 22, 2011 at 7:55 am
Spider webs are difficult to photograph, so it always feels like a gift when I manage to capture one. This morning was gray and drizzly instead of foggy: no good for pictures!
Sep 23, 2011 at 4:47 pm
Sep 24, 2011 at 8:32 pm
this is just so lovely
I makes me think of Indra’s Net and remember how we are all connected