Lurk. Lurk. Lurk.

I was walking through a field a couple of weeks ago, and thought the dew on the spider webs was so pretty and fragile. I got really close to one of them, trying to capture the drops of water about to fall off the blades of grass. I’d taken several shots, tightly focused on the drops, when I suddenly realized someone was watching me… someone large.

(The title is for my friend, Dianne. :)

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