Somehow, the silent working of this spider, relentlessly, tirelessly doing the next thing, spinning the threads of another day of waiting, not knowing…
Somehow, the regular, expert lines of concentric effort with a plan, not so much in mind as in the whole of its body…
Somehow the simple black and white of this vision this morning on an ordinary walk in an ordinary place, of an ordinary and simple creature going about its day…
Was a comfort to me. Perhaps it can be to you.
Yes it’s a comfort. Thank you spider and Fred.
They are always a comfort, Fred, love finding them in hedgerows at first light as Beau and I potter about. Thank you for this one.