Walking down my father's old lane with a camera and zoom lens I try to follow ants spilling out of the hill. Whenever I get the focus on some, they are dusty hippos in the grass. In the distance, ants.
Among them is a yellow crab spider with one injured limb. It tries to run from the camera and scrambles, flips over the mouth of a rusted cowbell but as it swings, a larger spider within it strikes and stings it. A patch of purple develops on the yellow as it lies fallen. It is not retrieved. K is over my right shoulder and has seen it all, and as she touches the killed spider the purple patch transfers to her. She shrugs it off. Little ole bite for big ole me. No problem. She laughs and goes in the house.
Reflections on publicity
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