bless my birth

Better to sit at the waters' birth, than a sea of waves to win; To live in the love that floweth forth, Than the love that cometh in. Be thy heart a well of love, my child, Flowing, and free, and sure; For a cistern of love, though undefiled, keeps not the spirit pure.

the resident artisans

September 28th, 2009 by Jennifer

One night, not long ago, I got to watch this guy or gal put up the evening’s hang out/food trap. It’s just too amazing witnessing that these itsy bitsy beings are programmed to execute a sort of hybrid of crocheting and weaving . . .
theweaver
. . . first laying down the framework then spiraling in, round and round, pulling and placing the silky, sticky thread manufactured by its very own body . . .
weaver
. . . to complete its beautiful, utilitarian creation . . .
weaverbeams
. . . deadly to any unassuming by-flyer.

This one was done with his/her construction phase long before and simply chilled, though on alert, in the midst of the glory of its grand tapestry.
rainbowweb

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2 Responses

  1. Anonymous

    That is truly amazing and beautiful. How long did it take to complete that web?

  2. Jennifer

    Well, I was out there for about 30 minutes, watching and snapping shots and the first picture was taken just a bit after I first went out. It was not yet complete when I went back inside, so I would estimate about an hour, start to finish. It’s a real trip to see how far some of the “frame” threads reach, too! I would like to watch one day from start to finish to see how they lay the frame. They haven’t been out lately, though. Maybe it’s getting too cool. Like me.

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