What we leave behind

TG spotted a bright-green cicada on Audrey's tire yesterday.
Then he looked from another angle and saw the tired old brown shell the critter had vacated.
Several hours later, when Audrey was ready to depart for home, the cicada was still chillin' on her tire. TG flicked at him and he flew into the arms of the oak that towers over our house.
In late-summer gloamings the cicadas sing -- no; scream -- from the emerald recesses of this tree, culminating every so often in a shimmering crescendo that seems to make the very air vibrate.
What the cicada left behind, I imagine, is a bit of driveway dust.
Such is life.


Reader Comments (4)
They Love to cling to the brick on our house! Never caught one in the "act" before though!Hahaa
LOVE that Tree Girl!
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Nice pictures. We have big trees like those also. I haven't seen any cicada here this year.
Beautiful pictures, and lots to take from the post!
I don't know that I've seen a cicada around either, great photos of your beautiful tree.