I think it's magical when I find a spider's web near the water early in the morning when the web is still holding on to the evening's dew. Under any other circumstances, I probably wouldn't have even noticed this web.
And, of course, certain things strike cords from distant voices, and this image reminded me of my father quoting Sir Walter Scott from the poem Marmion, with one of my favorite quotations:
"Oh what a tangled web we weave,
When first we practice to deceive!"