Closed for summer
The Spider's Web - The spider, dropping down from twig, Unfolds a plan of her devising, A thin premeditated rig To use in rising. And all that journey down through space, In cool descent and loyal hearted, She spins a ladder to the place from where she started. Thus I, gone forth as spiders do In spider's web a truth discerning, Attach one silken thread to you for my returning. - (E.B. White)
Yellow in green
Eating the enemy
Winner of Bygdanytt`s photo competition.
Picture of the month in Nature & photo magazine.