I have been noticing spider webs this summer, and find myself sitting and watching some days as they spin their webs. At times I would try to take a picture of them and when I looked at them after they seemed a blur, I thought, alright, you do not wish to be captured in stillness as yet:)
The morning I took this one, I knew it would come out, the light on the web just seemed perfect, it was ready to be seen.
I found myself wondering to this spider and their web, what are you trying to tell me, by allowing yourself to be shown and when I looked again at this web I saw them as being suspended, the web in its float, the spider in its wait for any insects that might come.
I realized after that what I saw is what I have been feeling inside, a suspension of a sort, a feeling of things to come, and when I went back outside to thank this spider and its web, I saw patience, and I saw too some of the web links broken. I felt a little sad at this, but knew that the spider knew it was time to spin a new web.
This morning when I went out, I saw that it left little silver threads behind, a little trail to his next journey.