Perspectives through Prose, Poetry and Photography
She weaves her web, without regard or pause,
She weaves, throughout the night, her realm secure
She weaves, each morn we spy her lacy gauze,
She weaves with glistened pearl drops, spawned from dew.
Weekly photo challenge: Elemental
How did you capture the web?! I have been trying with no luck.
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It was a foggy morning in the mountains, and there it was – tenuously strung on a railing by the soccer field bleachers; easy pickings for my macro lens.
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Nice!
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A beautiful capture.
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Thanks, Tara. It’s nice to see your comment. J
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