Cicadas (redux)

It’s getting warmer and the cicadas are getting louder and more numerous. I am feeling somewhat daunted by their numbers. It’s really quite intense.

I’m at the point now where I’m no longer taking breaks outside when I’m painting. That might be a good thing as I’m not procrastinating as much, but I would prefer to have the option.

Still, the sheer volume of insects makes being outside a little less calming and relaxing than I’d prefer. If I’m being honest, I’m starting to have quite a bit of anxiety about it.

There’s just so many cicadas. It’s like some biblical plague.

Anyway, I’m still painting.