wee tim’rous beastie

Well, perhaps not so wee: he’s about the size of my thumb.

This creature was waiting for me on the back stoop, when I got home. This cicada -the first I’ve ever seen!- is far more welcome than those charming feces-ejecting rock doves who sometimes congregate back there.

Author: Arah

I run, practice yoga, climb, design, shoot photos, cook, eat, and hike. I love chocolate and the winter Olympics.