So tiny that my camera kept trying to focus beyond her, she spun and stopped, hopped and climbed, sparkled like a glint of gold in the hydrangea leaves.
Sorry Wilbur, but Charlotte has nothing on this jewel.
Tuesday, August 3, 2010
The Head of a Pin
I don't know how many angels could dance on one, but I do know that this Mabel Orchard Spider could twirl on the head of a pin with room to spare. 
So tiny that my camera kept trying to focus beyond her, she spun and stopped, hopped and climbed, sparkled like a glint of gold in the hydrangea leaves.
Sorry Wilbur, but Charlotte has nothing on this jewel.
So tiny that my camera kept trying to focus beyond her, she spun and stopped, hopped and climbed, sparkled like a glint of gold in the hydrangea leaves. Sorry Wilbur, but Charlotte has nothing on this jewel.
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