We must be nearing the end of summer, because the weather has turned hazy, with filtered yellow light settling down over everything. And every afternoon I hear the sound of a particular summertime insect — maybe you know it? The one that sounds like a sizzling electrical wire? That bug means it’s hot, said Dano the other day. It’s true.
Last Friday at the farm I found myself waist-deep in a patch of raspberries, turning over leaves in order to find the ripe ones. Then I found this fellow.
I don’t usually snap shots of bugs or wildlife, but I grabbed my camera. What a summer, I thought. What a place.