Cicada

A Cicada Shell

a cicada shell;
it sang itself
utterly away.

~Matsuo Basho~

Translated by R.H. Blyth

Morning glory

Well, the cicadas are announcing another hot and humid day here in New Jersey. Although I am grateful for air conditioning, I do prefer the fresh air coming through the open windows. I hear the next few days will be very humid; perhaps we'll have a few of those spectacular afternoon thunderstorms. That's something that we never had in California - the rains in the Bay Area arrived in late Autumn and hung around until early Spring. And we rarely experienced thunderstorms at any time of the year.

I took this picture a couple of days ago. I like the lighting at the center of the flower - do you think if we were able to follow the light, we would find ourselves in a tunnel which would lead us to where the faeries live?