This reminded me of the things we leave behind.
This little cicada shell was gleaming in the sun like a miniature bronze, and naturally it beckoned to come home with me. It is the moulted shell from the final stage in a cicada’s growth. You may have happened across a similar empty shell tentatively clinging to a tree branch. You’d bring it home too, wouldn’t you?
The escape hatch. A little tear up the back.
*If you are curious about method, this cicada shell was photographed on a mirror.
All images © Karen McRae. 2012