“Cicada, having sung her song
All summer long,
Found herself without a crumb
When winter winds did come.”

By Jean De La Fontaine

There are two things I have grown to love about Cicadas. Their symbolic relationship to indifference as shown in La Fontaine’s fable “The Cicada and the Ant.” And how they emerge from the mire, molt and abandon their shell, its old life, and emerge as an adult. It’s easy to see there is a lot of symbolism behind these little insects. And on a personal level that is why I started photographing them.
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