The harvest has been gathered in and by the looks of it just in time before yet another wet and overcast August day. On occasions the temperatures have been stifling but in the midst of all these extremes I have been thankful for some more temperature sunny days.
Pick of the Month: Marking the passing of the month with one photo though not always saving the best till last.
After she had hollowed out the heart of stone all along the ley lines, the fractures, the tide lines, she re-invoked them. Laid out wires, meticulously tight-roped to criss-cross the void as geometric space
Sometimes she gave us the beauty of nothingness. Smoothed hollows in a chiselled caress and all the time accentuating boundaries. Her outlines bold and strong, withholding inwardness
In the sculpture garden, an opportune spider took one such hollow form and cast some anchor lines. Netting the in-betweens she’d left undone with frame and radius filament until a hammocky construct was formed. A web of such artistry I almost failed to see the meaning of signal line and death waiting within the weave.
More prosography from me for The Rag-TagDaily Prompt: Web