19 October 2012


On an early October morning with a heavy dew, the meadows are transformed by a mist of spiders' webs.The fading glory of the summer flowers is veiled, 'Miss Havisham'-like, clothed in an intricate network of cobwebs.
Even the burning colours of the autumn hawthorn berries are muted by the spiders' threads and 'everyday' plants like spear thistle appear in a different dimension - the ordinary becomes extraordinary in the eye of a close-up lens.

No comments:

Post a Comment