Yesterday evening, looking for a perfectly balanced scabious flower to photograph, I spotted one with an angular whitish spider on it.
The perfect spice for a shot!
The dogs, however, weren’t going to make life easy.
So often, as if disapproving of such a feeble pastime, they rush into the viewfinder at the last moment and trample my subject as they pass.
On this occasion each, in turn, hurtled against the scabious stalk so that the spider was swung in a violent arc as if being launched by a trebuchet.
But it didn’t let go; far from it.
In the photo the poor creature clings on for dear life, its powerful legs camouflaged among the florets.