Stew woke up grousing about the soupy morning fog that lapped at our windows, coming after several days of iffy, partly cloudy weather. You get spoiled by a climate where full sun catapults you out of bed each morning three hundred or more days a year.
|This piece of spiderwork was about eighteen inches across.|
|Resting after a hard night of work.|
|A ground-level enchanted forest.|
|How do spiders cast the threads of their webs |
from plants that are several feet apart?
The cobwebs came in all shapes, most the usual star-like configurations tenuously hanging between plants, other seemed like bundles of fine yarn lying on top of the ground covers while a few enveloped groups of plants with a gooey embrace. There were hairlike cobweb filaments spanning trees yards apart. How did a spider do that and why? While some webs were neat and finished-looking others looked disheveled and ratty.
|These didn't get too far off the ground.|
|A wrapping of cobwebs in time for Halloween.|
|Location, location, better to trap any insects trying|
to get between these two organ cacti.