just outside one of the doors of my apartment building, a tiny spider has spun her web in a shrub sheltered by two small trees. Now she sits in the very center of it waiting for a gnat or fruit fly or some other small game to come along and get stuck in the strings.
She's a very small spider, and her threads are extremely fine, almost invisible to the naked eye. But standing close enough late this afternoon while it was backlit, with difficulty I made out the perfection of the design in the delicate latticework.
I think her location is not very good, for she seems to be getting very little traffic, although I'm not out there much. Maybe she's making do with very little. These are, after all, hard times for everybody.