Lace...

...actually part of a dried hydrangea flower head.  It's been raining all day here so far, so inspiration had to be sought indoors.

"lace is formed from the absence of substance; it is imagined in the spaces between the threads. Lace is a thing like hope. It lived, it survived, and it was desired for what it was not. If faith, as the nuns said, was the substance of things hoped for, then lace was the outline - the suggestion - of things not seen.” 

― Iris Anthony, The Ruins of Lace