Transformation – the Return of the Cicadas – Australia 2013

Here are some photos I took over the last few days of some of the cicada shells, and one live one (we call the green ones ‘green grocers’) in my backyard.  I love the deafening sound of their mating chorus, and as soon as the weather gets hot it becomes a background noise that rises and falls with a strange rhythm, like a giant beating heart.  I love their determination and strange, primeval structure.

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“We all began as something else— a restless soul standing at the trail head.”
― Shannon L. AlderNever or Forever 

“Like a butterfly stuck in a chrysalis, waiting for the perfect moment, I was waiting for the day I could burst forth and fly away and find my home.”
― Emme RollinsDear Rockstar

Empty shells on fence.
Empty shells on fence.

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Cicada shells on paperbark tree trunk
Cicada shells on paperbark tree trunk

Shell clinging to lavender flower.
Shell clinging to lavender flower.

Cicada shell on bromeliad.
Cicada shell on bromeliad.
Side view of fence covered with shells.
Side view of fence covered with shells.
Another view with empty dry skins.  These are used by some Chinese herbalists.
Another view with empty dry skins. These are used by some Chinese herbalists.

Living green cicada inside tree fern.  We used to call them 'green grocers' when we were children.
Living green cicada inside tree fern. We used to call them ‘green grocers’ when we were children.

Another view.
Another view.

He blends in well.
He blends in well.
Close up
Close up

A much better close-up using my partner's camera.
A much better close-up using my partner’s camera.