Thursday

Sixty::Twenty-One


For the first time in weeks, I heard the bullfrogs croaking today. Kristin, Gavin and I looked for them as we walked along the edge of the pond late this afternoon, but they were no where to be found. Sneaking up on a bullfrog is tricky. It requires quiet, slow movements, and I'm not sure that three year old boys are equipped for such a task.

Bullfrog

Both bullfrog photos were taken last summer, after days and days of tip-toeing round the pond only to have the frogs hop into the water just as I was trying to focus. Any photo subject that elusive is bound to be a favorite once captured.