There are times when the typist, even the gifted one, grows weary of the Qwerty keyboard and takes a camera into the countryside to see what the morning dew has done to the landscape.On this particular morning in late August, I stumbled upon a circus of dew-encrusted spider's webs. There were hundreds of them in the field, each like a small ferris wheel, glistening in the low morning light.
Above is the bejewelled hub of a web, its spider nowhere in sight. Each droplet reflects the morning sun.
Left, Nabster! A spider nabs it's prey
Here is a tapestry of dew strung over a web.
And here is a fine necklace made of silken web and morning dew. Fit for a queen.
