Oh, how I suffer for my art.
In the rain, I crouched beneath one of the lost and forgotten webs of the spiny micrathena, now gone from his place.
I jammed my shoulder against the porch to get this shot.
Probably not worth it. But you should all send me "awws" and "oh, how he suffers for his art" messages. Then you should send me money. And love. And lovemoney.