The blue moon suits my mood. I’m tired and sluggish, ready to crawl off into some quiet corner and lose myself in a half-edited manuscript, one burdened with rambling paragraphs and boring verbs. It needs dragonflies.
A couple of spiders wouldn’t hurt, either.
Because spiders matter. Even the ones that eat butterflies. (I believe this was a Cloudless Sulfur butterfly.)
I want my story to feel real, so it can’t be all flutter and gleam. It needs sticky strands of web, for tension. And rough surfaces, for texture.
Now, if only I could find a way to add cicadas. Maybe just one. A late summer cicada, laying its eggs under the bark of a pear tree…
Rae Spencer 
The photos are gorgeous — I especially loved the first three — and your meditative analogy on writing is lovely. I liked this so much.
Thank you! 🙂
Rae: We all loved the photos. So rich and clear. We have been “catching” cicadas here in Brooklyn all week. Great posting!
Thanks! 🙂
Ok the butterfly in the web photo is horrific.
Yes, but I couldn’t resist. Fortunately, it’s unusual. First time I’ve ever seen one of the yard’s spiders catch a butterfly…
Amazing photos, especially that moon. Love it!!!
Thanks!