As I tromped around Ft. Christmas looking for interesting rusting farm equipment I spotted these tiny pockets of mist in the grass. Upon closer inspection I discovered there were tiny spider webs strung from blade to blade of thick St. Augustine grass. I stood above it, I pointed my camera down, zoomed in as much as I could and stood stock still as I pressed the shutter. The result is an ethereal necklace of pearls made of the evening’s condensation and a very industrious spider.
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