July 13: Morning light and dusk cicadas
Jul. 13th, 2010 11:33 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
neverspentIt was a rainy morning, which I prefer; even though it's super muggy, there's no glare. But when I trudged from my office across campus to my teaching building, and I turned around just before entering the building and looked back as I always do, I realized I missed my view of the morning light. At that time of day, the sun comes down to the floor of the square in ribbons, like maypole streamers from the tall upper story of pines and oaks.
In the evening... I know I keep saying it, but the cicadas are insane. They are so numerous and so loud. I can hear three distinct kinds of calls, so maybe they're not all cicadas (but they're not crickets). I tried to record them tonight on my balcony, but the traffic noise interfered. Sigh. The traffic wears on me in ways I don't always even realize. Well, the next time I go to the farm I should be able to find plenty of peace in which to record the decided non-quiet of the cicadas.
In the evening... I know I keep saying it, but the cicadas are insane. They are so numerous and so loud. I can hear three distinct kinds of calls, so maybe they're not all cicadas (but they're not crickets). I tried to record them tonight on my balcony, but the traffic noise interfered. Sigh. The traffic wears on me in ways I don't always even realize. Well, the next time I go to the farm I should be able to find plenty of peace in which to record the decided non-quiet of the cicadas.