borrowed and recycled only
they are a poor and crooked outline
of my dot-to-dot understanding
and web through which I see the world
A dozen pilgrims pass me,
strange glances they leave me,
except for one who stops to ask,
“Why? What do you look at?”
Some prefer strings of pearls and diamonds,
adorning a long neck or slender wrist.
But I will ever swoon first,
for the morning’s dew-laced web,
on the snow-white skin of dawn’s fog.
Not a fault of my French, but for forgiveness of all languages,
I sigh a wish to the world where words are stunned mute, and silences speak.
But my wish is a coin,
tossed into a well of unfathomable depth,
and with the padded softness and simplicity,
of that same coin’s awkward splash,
I reply; “Je l’aime.”
And put my pen to paper,
let its point sit and bleed,
adding one more crude period,
to my dot-to-dot understanding,
of this immaculate vision.
Why does water cling to spider silk? Why does it form spherical beads? Snowflakes are flatish and hexagonal, but raindrops go spherical in this case.
But I can see in the last photo, the some blobs are stretching out a bit, and are not spherical.
And I am guessing that the slightly curved strands between the radial ones are curved in the direction of gravity, right? But if so, then why does the bead cling, and not run together?
Thought-provoking, beautiful pictures.
great pics! thanks for reminding me that web means something other than internet. 🙂
remember how santiago talked with the nature without words ….
really u write on paper , i thought u write so much on the blog that u never write on paper 🙂
nice use of ur Cannon S2 . my camera nvr snaps the web like that …
Sol, wonderful observation as always!! :8)