Up until recently, this season has brought me some fine arachnid sightings, but no good pictures. For instance, by the railroad tracks last month – on a day I left my camera in another bag – I saw a spectacular little daring jumping spider (Phiddipus audax), black with a blazing white spot on the back of its abdomen and shimmering green chelicerae the colour of a copper-tinted flame; and more recently, on unlocking my bike at the gym I found a little spider on a line with a leaf-green abdomen, which scooted into the bushes before I could get my camera out.
Apparently, they can also walk on water. That I did not see, alas.
.. my country, ’tis of the
drying pools along Camp Branch I sing,
where the water-striders walk like Christ,
all sons of God, and of the woods grown old ..
-Wendell Berry, “Independence Day”