I was standing in the middle of the empty road at White Sulphur Springs, appreciating sunlight filtering through redwoods. Suddenly, the foreground came into focus.
A single spider web thread ran vertically from a branch above. At eye level, this shining thread held a starseed pod, round, pointy as a metal jack, even finer than the spider’s web.
I’d nearly walked into and through this quiet installation of web and fluff, just holding each other and winking with late sun at me.
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