The mist draws us out.
Jon and I, as often happens, each seeing something of our own, though we both bring our cameras to the same place.
The grass shook with young crickets or grasshoppers, I’m not sure which they were.
I watched one walk across a thick dew covered web, surprised it didn’t get stuck at all.
Dew beaded the spider silk.
Webs dense with dew…
…as elegant…
….as a cat cleaning himself on a fence post.
Diamond necklaces flung about.
Oh yes!!
All beautiful – especially the moody picture of Zip – it is almost like a painted portrait. The lighting is perfect, dramatic, subtle – if that is possible! All shades of green and gray and black.
Just the right description Peg, those two seeming opposites.