I got up at four for stars and found these instead. Along the water, every branch was strung with webs, and the mist coming off the river had given each thread a coat of beads. They looked like chandeliers someone had left outside and forgotten. Nobody photographs this hour because there's nothing to photograph, they say. There's everything to photograph. It's just quiet about it. The water below held a blue so deep it looked poured rather than lit, and the fog moved across it slow as syrup. I kept thinking about the spiders. Somewhere in the dark, every one of those architects had built an entire structure in a few hours, anchored to twigs thinner than my shoelace, engineered to catch fog and moonlight and — hopefully, eventually, for the spider's sake — breakfast. By noon, dew evaporates, the light flattens, and the whole exhibit closes. You have to be exactly on time or miss it completely. The webs held on through the whole shoot, trembling when my breath got close. Morning came up eventually, gray and embarrassed, and undid all of it strand by strand. I got one frame before it did.
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