It never ceases to amaze me just how many webs are spun in our gardens, and yet we never see them until a heavy dew descends and suddenly - there they are. So delicate and beautiful. Works of art and yet things of great menace to the unsuspecting bug.
The morning sun illuminates it in a way that artificial light can never do.
Thursday 11 February 2010
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