Well, I confess, it happens all the time.
But I was running around the beach at Cape Range, chasing the sunlight as it set over the ocean, creating golden hues bouncing off the water and the sand when I came accross this guy building his home for the night.
He was going between two pieces of grass that were approximately 2m apart. You you could hardly see his web yet, but the golden hues did not forget to touch him and light him up nicely.
He must have had one heck of a view from up there. And eight eyes to enjoy it with to boot.
I know every bird in the mountains, and the insects in the fields are mine. Psalm 50:11
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