Fall's first "hard" frost is history, but here in the Carolinas, winter has yet to gain full sway. Thunder rocked the night just ended, and the atmospheric clash of titans yielded much-needed moisture here below.
The frost has claimed our intrepid orb-weaver, but her trap lingers on, entangling dozens of dripping fugitives from the tumult on high. Life-giving water, poised among the fruit-filled branches.
On the very eve of winter's deep slumber, nature hints at what's to come. Winter shall have her turn, but spring awaits...
Vital strands in life's tenacious web.