In my mind summer doesn't fully start until the cicadas start singing, and this week they finally did. It's been hot and dry here on the West Coast for many weeks, an anomaly in a place known for rain. In this weather the early evening is my favourite time of the day and these photos were taken right at dusk. Afterwards I was reminded of the scene in the Wizard of Oz where Dorothy and friends fall asleep amongst the poppies...dreaming in technicolour.
