Winter Light: The Sparkle of Bad Housekeeping

On a recent sunny afternoon, I was reclining on my sofa, reading. I looked up, and noticed a thread-thin line of sunlight floating from the ceiling. That little touch of loveliness come from my laziness with the vacuum cleaner; it inspired me to look out for other moments created by the overlooked threads of spiders.The delicate weaving of light above is visible for only a brief time as the sun moves across the room.

Wispy lines wander from seed head to seed head on a spray of dried Cimicifuga.

The petals of an Annabelle hydrangea are like shyly hidden damsels behind a woven screen.

Two lines of a triangle lightly drawn in space emphasize the structure of an old door latch.

This mass of spider threads is like a tiny woven basket, suspended from a pole and trailing decorative filaments.

The glass of a window, which should be invisible, makes its presence known as tiny lines against the pane hold the sunlight. The bits and pieces of dust and spider web turn a transparent plane into flickering patterns of light and dark; from this perspective, dirty windows can be beautiful.