Morning mist reveals a multitude of expectant spiderwebs strung between outstretched twigs and awaiting the catch of the day.
Tidy, regular reasoned constructions, spun to an age old pattern., each web is a little principality -- a kingdom (queendom?) of one.
But in the midst of all these classic spider webs is this odd, somewhat random effort -- the palace of some mad arachnid with dreams of grandeur?
Or merely the work of a common funnel web spider, tired of dwelling in the grass and opting for a web with a view?