Tuesday, 3 April 2007
An entangled mess of dead spiders and a fly hanging from an age old thread of spider's web that looked as if it had been through the spindle.
I found capturing this very problematic.
I didn't, under any circumstances want to make light of or make a sort of comment on the beauty of death, other than it being my honest first reaction. I'm going to write again about this later I think, because I can't explain myself today.