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As I left home this morning, this cobweb was strung from my car (the grey background) to the hedge opposite! That was one caffeine fuelled spider!
Back in October, I woke up one morning to find what seemed like hundreds of webs on the railings surrounding the small green outside. Each and every one was laden with dewy droplets.
My entry for No.52 - Cobweb, in 113 in 2013.
Your iniquities have separated
you from your God;
your sins have hidden his face from you,
so that he will not hear.
No one calls for justice;
no one pleads his case with integrity.
They rely on empty arguments and speak lies;
they conceive trouble and give birth to evil.
They hatch the eggs of vipers
and spin a spider's web.
Whoever eats their eggs will die,
and when one is broken, an adder is hatched.
Their cobwebs are useless for clothing;
they cannot cover themselves with what they make.
Their deeds are evil deeds,
and acts of violence are in their hands.
Their feet rush into sin;
The way of peace they do not know;
there is no justice in their paths.
They have turned them into crooked roads;
no one who walks in them will know peace.
So justice is far from us,
and righteousness does not reach us.
We look for light, but all is darkness;
for brightness, but we walk in deep shadows.
and our sins testify against us.
Our offenses are ever with us,
rebellion and treachery against the LORD,
turning our backs on our God,
fomenting oppression and revolt,
uttering lies our hearts have conceived.
Filippo de Pisis (1896-1956) -Still life with cobwebs (1930). In the collection of the Gallerie degli Uffizi, Florence.
Shown at the Filippo de Pisis temporary exhibition at the Museo del Novecento, Milan, October 2019 - March 2020.
Filippo de Pisis was the pseudonym of Luigi Filippo Tibertelli.
From my early morning walk down the field with the dogs, a lovely misty morning which gave way to a sunny day, I did not have any luck capturing the mist just a couple of webs.
the ancient cat who coexisted in a house i watched for several weeks. he was old, frail, ever-hungry and rather handsome. one of the few cats i'm not allergic to in this world, actually.
audioslave - like a stone
on a cobweb afternoon
in a room full of emptiness
by a freeway i confess
i was lost in the pages
of a book full of death
reading how we'll die alone
and if we're good we'll lay to rest
anywhere we want to go
in your house i long to be
room by room patiently
i'll wait for you there
like a stone i'll wait for you there
alone
on my deathbed i will pray
to the gods and the angels
like a pagan to anyone
who will take me to heaven
to a place i call
i was there so long ago
the sky was bruised
the wine was bled
and there you led me on
in your house i long to be
room by room patiently
i'll wait for you there
like a stone i'll wait for you there
alone
and on i read
until the day was gone
and i sat in regret
of all the things i've done
for all that i've blessed
and all that i've wronged
in dreams until my death
i will wander on