Mountain soap operas

A soggy start to the day and nothing to see. The photo below is pointing south and, being up in the clouds, about fifty metres was the extent of my vision.

But the frogs sang like patriots the whole trek up to the tower in drizzling rain and there were more visible treasures to behold. All of the spider webs lit up with the droplets of rain, spider webs I've never noticed in the sunlit days of the fire season.
 

 The one pictured below was built by some kind of orb weaver. She must be the most elevated spider in the whole district, given that the fire tower is about four hundred and twenty metres above sea level.

 Today, she was my primary source of entertainment while I waited until the skies cleared. I watched her patiently rebuild the spokes on the web after over night damage, then work on the laterals ... spooling out her web. I caught a march fly in my fingers and threw it out to her. She calmly caught it, wrapped it up and was back to the web work within fifteen seconds.

This is what I do when the day is still and quiet. There is drama in watching the spiders and frogs go about their work.