the spider

taken in canada this summer, at the cabin

I waited for her for hours, camera in hand, sitting on the stone step in the hill which was covered in pine needles. She sat mostly in her tiny tunnel, legs folded forward like umbrella spokes, waiting for that tell-tale jiggle with a heartbeat in tow which could not be tempted by pine needles gently tossed onto her web. When a moth finally appeared she was out in the center of her wheel quicker than a gasp.

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