The Silence of Spiders

Now that I’ve reached the upload limit on my photography blog, Camera Obscure, from time to time I’ll be posting some of my photos here, beginning with these, taken during a night time dander through Knockbreda Cemetery in Newtonbreda, south Belfast…

I crawled out, batting spiders into the shadows. I could hear a thud as they hit the floor joists, then a scuttling sound, then, worst of all, the silence of spiders. Bailey White

The way into my parlor is up a winding stair,
And I have many curious things to show when you are there.

Comments

Marie Robinson said…
I HATE spiders, but the first picture is very beautiful. I would not have been able to take either, you are a brave boy.
12 August 2014 at 04:44
James Gracey said…
I love the first photo. I hadn't even noticed the spider was there until the flash went off (it was night time). ;)
13 August 2014 at 14:18
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