silky fine

One good close-up shot of a strand of spiders silk deserves another, I always say. A hallow of abandoned trees in an otherwise developed neighborhood had hundreds of these strands, all swaying in the soft breeze and morning sun rays.

floating in the firmament

A tiny, tiny piece of tree dander suspended from the silken wire of a small insect.  The air felt dead calm, but yellow ballerina (or guitar, or broom, or rocket, or octopus) kept dancing from imperceptible flows in and out of my pane of focus.