Summer's Siren Song by Brad Sneed

My neighborhood is packed with trees --large trees like oaks, maples, sycamores, and lindens.  This time of year, the trees are filled with several varieties of cicadas. The male cicadas sing to attract a mate, and as the days shorten, the insects seem desperate.  The sound reaches jet engine decibels.  It can be... well, annoying.  That said, I associate the cicada song with summer, and when the cacophonous buzzing fades, I can't help but be a little sad.

Cicadas

Old Self-Portraits by Brad Sneed

My parents recently cleaned out their attic and uncovered a stash of my old artwork, including these two self-portraits from my days as a Kansas University student.  I had completely forgotten about them but upon seeing them again after 30 years, memories of those college days rushed back.  I brought them home, though I don't know what I'll do with them --probably put them in my attic.

Self-portrait 1988

Self-portrait 1989