Sunday, July 18, 2010

weave little webs to catch one tiny fly

some weave careful webs


some form clouds


we all weave webs to catch one tiny fly

14 comments:

Linda Sue said...

BZZZZZZ- oh! SNAP!

Rachel Fenton said...

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..."

Meri said...

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

Elisabeth said...

Wow, Steven, you have captured such poetry in these spidery images here. Thanks.

Friko said...

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.

Cheryl Cato said...

Pretty. I always surprise myself when I accidentally walk into a spider's web.

CiCi said...

Everybody wants their lunch on time.

steven said...

linda sue - exactly!!! spider or fly? web? what would you rather be? steven

steven said...

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

steven said...

meri - thanks for that sweet comment! steven

steven said...

elsiabeth - the title for this piece comes from a line of a brian eno song that i especially like. "spider and i". steven

steven said...

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

Annie said...

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!

Richard Jesse Watson said...

Nice, Steven. I remember sitting and watching a spider weaves and entire web. So systematic, so deft, an aesthetically delicate death trap.