the angst of being a spider
Looking back at times when I am so consumed by a specific purpose it makes me chuckle when I see evidence of my distractions along the way. The fog was rolling in one night across the small field next to the train station and I was desperate to photograph it in its prime, but just as quickly as it came it left…I missed my sole purpose for being out in the heavily clinging 40 degree night all due to this beautiful arachnid, whose web by the way was almost obliterated by my tripod.
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