Eyes ahead on a sun setting in all its glory, floating down through the clouds; slowly my eyes drift away to a spider web on a fence in front of me. A web catching the rays of the sun, bokeh glinting in the light that I’m unsure of being able to capture with my lens. A spider who has spun a web so silvery, so fine that it is almost invisible. A spider unaware of the need to do anything other than spin its web. A spider unaware that I have seen its work and think it as beautiful as the setting sun.
