The early summer 13 and 17 year cicada broods have peaked, leaving us with the annual species, their familiar sounds now fill the air. The regular cicadas weave their distinctive buzzing in waves through the trees. It’s a pleasant ebb and flow of sound. I’m in a shaded area drinking my matcha. I'm happy to have found flowers dappled in gentle light under the tree canopy. The wildflower prairie glistens in gold from a distance. I choose to stay in the cool shade, but maybe in a couple weeks I'll explore the prairie.
I admit I took many of these photos for the bokeh backgrounds were too beautiful to pass up. Light has the way of transforming the mundane into an ethereal scene.
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