Fragments From Floyd

I ask myself this question every morning. And nobody knows why Writing Spiders put their characteristic zigzag message in their webs. Today, is if by spontaneous generation, they are everywhere in the pasture, their two-foot tall snares punctuated by the yellow and black zebra-complected orb-weavers that are, like their webs, still covered with last night's due.

The morning took me by surprise. I was twenty minutes late for the best of the light. I'll do better tomorrow. The time to catch the most striking contrast of web against its background is when the sun rising over the eastern ridge and touches the web at a tangent. Then, the silver threads are set off against the dark shadows not yet flooded with sunlight. As the morning wears on and the sun rises, the shadow creeps closer and closer to the foot of the ridge; the light comes down and not across the vertical webs, and the magic is lost for another day. (More web pictures later today.)