Heimdal, Norway.

Man builds,

and throws away

Man compels man to suffer

for unnecessary goals

and neglects essential ones

Man learns the secrets of nature,

and uses them to enslave nature

as nature enslaves man.

Ruining in glory,

mending in shame

A confused and panicked struggle

The dance in a web.

An oldie from 2014 converted from colour to B&W

Why did this tiny spider build a web with this pattern? Very small (about 1cm across) and horizontal.

The web was strung between two wheelie bins and the other bins completed the background colours. I liked the bokeh in this shot.

Walking with Wiki in the morning field today - she found this wee web, about 1.5 inches wide (38.100 cm). All of it is below. Both much nicer seen large, thanks.

For Our Daily Challenge topic - 'Ephemeral'

Hudson River Park, New York

Colorful rhythms in the breeze

Web strands shot during wind movement and under bright conditions provide an optical spectrum feast, due to waves of light being scattered by the silk - diffraction - speed of the shutter, and quantity of softness from a softly focused lens, i.e. not focused sharply on the web threads at any given moment.

Much of what I capture is by trial and error and a good deal of luck, not judgement, as I react spontaneously to these intriguing opportunities. The light however, has to be right.

One from last summer...

A spider built this between two shrubs so it is pretty well protected. I'm trying not to disturb it.

Two funnel-web spiders, possibly Labyrinth spiders (Agelena labyrinthica)

Agelena is a genus of agelenid spiders that trap their prey by weaving entangling non-sticky funnel webs. The genus is limited to the Old world, where it occurs from Africa to Japan. (Wikipedia)

7 July 2018, Malvern & Brueton Park LNR, Solihull

The filaments are outside our double-paned kitchen window, which had been cleaned inside, but not outside. At the moment that I snapped this, the wind was causing the filaments to dance wildly. I was surprised that the image actually had any defined lines.

“This World” by Mary Oliver

I would like to write a poem about the world that has in it

nothing fancy.

But it seems impossible.

Whatever the subject, the morning sun

glimmers it.

The tulip feels the heat and flaps its petals open and becomes a star.

The ants bore into the peony bud and there is a dark

pinprick well of sweetness.

As for the stones on the beach, forget it.

Each one could be set in gold.

So I tried with my eyes shut, but of course the birds

were singing.

And the aspen trees were shaking the sweetest music

out of their leaves.

And that was followed by, guess what, a momentous and

beautiful silence

as comes to all of us, in little earfuls, if we’re not too

hurried to hear it.

As for spiders, how the dew hangs in their webs

even if they say nothing, or seem to say nothing.

So fancy is the world, who knows, maybe they sing.

So fancy is the world, who knows, maybe the stars sing too,

and the ants, and the peonies, and the warm stones,

so happy to be where they are, on the beach, instead of being

locked up in gold.

RSPB Arne.

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Tall ship Wavertree, at South Seaport Museum, New York

Dew clings to a orb web in the an East Texas river bottom

A frosty, still, misty morning meant that I took 90 minutes to do a 20 minute journey to work - and I would have taken longer except I had a meeting to attend. Outside the Swan Hotel in Newby Bridge, the riverside cobwebs were so still I could take this macro photo handheld.

The Flickr Lounge-Around The Garden

I was so happy to see this lovely orb spider and web in the backyard. I captured this as the sun was starting to set.