It was the 17th year, and cicadas were buzzing, swarming, and dying all over Harsha Lake, Ohio, where we spent last weekend. Here’s one on the hood of the car.
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This is really, really cool! Look at those golden translucent wings – I want to see a cicada! We could hear them the day I took the damsel fly picture but could not find them!
Those wings are amazing!
That is a great photo, the cicada is so clear – such beautiful creatures.