About an hour ago I went outside to check on the spider waiting at the center of her/his web. The web is suspended between the hanging red impatiens and the peach begonias. As soon as I opened the entryway door, the spider raced under the rim of the flower pot and hid. I stood there until she/he emerged and returned to the web's center. I wasn't sure if the picture would turn out in the dark, but the flash illuminated the web's intricate silvery pattern and the bristly legs of the spider. Patience.
At my desk
8 years ago
6 comments:
Your poetry is the loveliest thing. You remember me writing to you a long time back? 100hands.net?
Chris...terrific! I'm thinking of Charlotte of course.
Yes, I remember. Thanks so much for your kind words over time.
Thanks, Pam. Ah, Charlotte: "Radiant."
that's AMAZING!!!!
Thanks so much.
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