I glanced over towards our neighbour’s house, and noticed this spider web on her porch:
My camera only picked up glints of light off the web, which form a lovely, fragmented image. AND, the spider is clearly visible at the center of her creation.
Fiction is like a spider’s web, attached ever so slightly perhaps, but still attached to life at all four corners. Often the attachment is scarcely perceptible.
………….~ Virginia Woolf