some weave careful webs
some form clouds
we all weave webs to catch one tiny fly
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Sunday, July 18, 2010
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14 comments:
BZZZZZZ- oh! SNAP!
It only takes one to connect...
..those little clouds scare the bug eyes out of me! But the silk shawls sequinned with rain are the most frighteningly beautiful finds (unless I walk into one!Ha!).
"Come into my parlour..."
I weave webs of words. Don't know what I'm catching.
But words for you:
if you were the place
that music comes from you'd be
heaven in round notes
Wow, Steven, you have captured such poetry in these spidery images here. Thanks.
As always, gorgeous photography.
Thank you for your comments on my blogs steven; blogger says they can't access your blog via your comments? Only while you are away, I hope.
Pretty. I always surprise myself when I accidentally walk into a spider's web.
Everybody wants their lunch on time.
linda sue - exactly!!! spider or fly? web? what would you rather be? steven
rachel - i've made my piece with the spidery bits of this world but i have to say that walking into webs is one of my least favourite experiences. steven
meri - thanks for that sweet comment! steven
elsiabeth - the title for this piece comes from a line of a brian eno song that i especially like. "spider and i". steven
friko thankyou. i've enabled the thingamabobby that gets the commenter to copy some nonsensical wordor conglomeration of letters because i'm in and out of here so much. you should still be able to comment though. it'll change towards august when i'm around here more. steven
I love this little piece- a lot of thought in few words. I guess we are all spiders on our blogs, weaving words, hoping to catch a friendly reader. Sometimes a web can be benevolent!
Nice, Steven. I remember sitting and watching a spider weaves and entire web. So systematic, so deft, an aesthetically delicate death trap.
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