To start this blog here is a poem by Walt Whitman, “A Noiseless Patient Spider.”
A noiseless patient spider,
I mark’d where on a little promontory it stood isolated, I don’t like
Mark’d how to explore the vacant vast surrounding,
It launch’d forth filament, filament, filament, out of itself,
Ever unreeling them, ever tirelessly speeding them.
And you O my soul where you stand,
Surrounded, detached, in measureless oceans of space,
Ceaselessly musing, venturing, throwing, seeking the spheres to connect them,
Till the bridge you will need be form’d, till the ductile anchor hold,
Till the gossamer thread you fling catch somewhere, O my soul.
In the recent past, the mornings have been very foggy, and when prowling the fields, there is a great number of spiderwebs present covered with dew. The spiderwebs and gossamer spider threads covering the vegetation make for exciting scenes. I include a sample of webs and threads. So before he gets too cold the next foggy morning, get out and probably around and see what you can photograph spider webs.