hmm… I’ll let you decide. But this is especially for my lovely Don’t bug me who wondered if frogs can get up to no good.
Look at that, isn’t that just happiness?
I think I’ve mentioned once before that I have trouble sleeping. Well, one morning I was up very early, just as another dawn was breaking, and when I went outside and saw what a beautiful dawn it would be I quickly shuffled back into the house to collect my camera. This is one of the pictures I took. It’s the first rays of the day, filling the flower with light and waking up the morning.
I was pleased with this photo because I saw the windsufer dashing around the lake and hoped he’d zoom past me so I could add him to my photos to show you. He went past once, but I waited, and then twice, and I got him, nicely caught in the natural frame of the trees by the lake’s edge.
I just had to share this photo; it makes me imagine all sorts of conversations between these adorable frogs - of the “Ya’what?!”.. and “What you talkin’ about Willis!”.. and most of all (forgive the liberty but as this is mainly read by my Irish friends) .. “Whadda reckon your wan’s up to over there” kinda thing. But I may be mixing my cultures here, because I can’t remember Irish people saying reckon like we Aussies do.
I picked this photo, because it looked a bit moody, and wobbly to me. I liked the off-kilter framing and light streaming in through the pine trees. And, although I suspect it isn’t a technically good photo; I thought it was a bit different. “You can see beautiful flowers anywhere on the net” I thought to myself, “but only this one will look like my rose, in the dusky back corner of my garden.”
I present to you.. the ‘Froodie’ [TM]. As modelled by The Bulldozer.
English Mum requested a froggy update, and I thought this might be fun for her and everyone. Isn’t it sweet. That’s the massive green frog hanging out in The Bulldozer’s jumper. I think the frog looks snug and happy there. He usually hates the camera but seems to have been comfortable this time.
