It was just before the rains, I was walking where the drain runs into a creek, the road into a rainforest.
On the edge of things, you could say. And what did I find but ephemeral form. What else is there in this world …
I was inspecting the concrete wall of the drain below the road when she announced herself, antennae waving, staccato gait.
She was already carrying her burden, a spider, food for her yet to be born young, looking for a suitable nest site to deposit.
Following her wasn’t easy but she did present on a number of occasions, shots taken from a prepared position, lying in wait …
Some things come easy, some you work for. No telling what may be either way until the distortion of resistance is negated.
And in the spirit behind that infamous battle cry down through the ages, god wills it … or not.
© Mark Berkery ……. Click on those pictures for a closer look