One of the things I love about photography is that you never quite know when you’ll get an unexpected chance to enjoy it. A few nights ago, I was rushing home from work, the plan being to change quickly and head straight back out to the supermarket (that’s the kind of rock’n’roll lifestyle I lead). Anyway, as I pushed open the gate in front of the carport, from the corner of my eye, I saw a shadow jump. I took a closer look, and found what I think is a green tree frog, contemplating me calmly from his perch atop my gate. How rude of me to disturb him!
Well, what’s a girl to do? I had to go and grab my camera, and see if I could capture a few shots before this adorable little creature disappeared.
It turned out that my frog here was quite the poser, and not at all camera shy. He let me get hugely close to him, so I spent a while snapping away like some kind of fashion photographer. An age later I figured I’d better go do my duties and get to the shops, but instead of grumpy post-work tiredness, I left with a beam on my face from the chance to spend time with my camera and this gorgeous little critter. Dinner might have been a bit late as a result, but it was worth it, right?
He was back the next night, and I’m pretty sure he’s the same frog I once saw on my letterbox a few weeks back (which I did photograph but due to circumstances I only captured three shots. None worked). As he appears to be a resident of our front yard, Will has called him Larry. The fact that we haven’t seen “Larry” since he was dubbed such suggests to me that he’s not happy with his name. I don’t blame him.