Dec 16, 2015

Spider




A spider's web spun skillfully between two bars of the high wrought iron gate, drops of fresh rain glisten and sparkle on the delicately woven strings, in the soft glow of the weak winter sun it looks like a shimmering Swarovski diamond necklace. The predator is not home, but dinner awaits; a small fly had flown right into the fragile death trap, caught in the sticky and deadly net, the struggling, the maneuvering always coming to a final release, a gentle end.