Araneus diadematus. Cross Spider.
Something new has entered my life. It has begun as something of which I already suspected that it will belong in my life. But it is still hanging by a silken thread, only the first steps have been taken. I remember the nets of the diligent spinners who, wetted by the early morning dew, sparkled in my garden last autumn. The nets of the orb weaver spiders floated mystically and elegantly between the autumnal branches. Spirit Animal Spider I associate with the ancient woman who invented the destinies of mankind, with incessant shaping power. Read More