Snapped this morning on the bluff. The overgrown brush at the close of spring has become a canvas for the creative spiders of the night, with the entire ridge of White Point riddled with web after web after web. Beautiful stuff, particularly in the horizontal morning sunshine.
I tried taking a long view pic to capture dozens of ’em in one shot, but the cell isn’t capable of catching the detail. So, here are a couple close-ups of their masterpieces.
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