Glowing Cuban Treefrog
photo credit: James F. Snyder
National Wildlife Magazine Photo Contest 2009
Honorable Mention, Amateur Division, Backyard Habitats Category
At first I thought this frog was sitting on top of the light, so I got my camera and was taking pictures at a distance as to not spook him. After I looked at the first few pictures I realized it had actually swallowed the entire bulb. I then wrongly assumed that it was dead and did not worry about spooking him, so I got up close. After a few shots right in his face he repositioned himself showing he was indeed still alive. So I took a few more shots and then pulled the bulb out of his mouth and then took a few more shots like that. There are other good ones but I like the composition of this one the most.
My backyard, West Palm Beach, Fl.
We do not believe in ourselves until someone reveals that deep inside us something is valuable, worth listening to, worthy of our trust, sacred to our touch. Once we believe in ourselves we can risk curiosity, wonder, spontaneous delight or any experience that reveals the human spirit.
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“The biggest animal that has ever lived on our planet. A blue whale, 30 meters long and weighing over 200 tonnes. It’s tongue weighs as much as an elephant. It’s heart is the size of a car, and some of its blood vessels are so wide that you could swim down them.”
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Somedays I really think about me. The concept of who I am, what I am, what makes me me, every nerve that triggers every impulse in my sporadic brain. Somedays I hate me, I am frustrated with me, I am disappointed in me, I hurt in me. Other days I know me, I stare at the mirror and study the strokes in my skin that show the alignment of all my facial muscles, I blink, I feel, I am real. Most days I am unfamiliar with my structure. I am a dragging soul in a temporary human. And when people ask, why do you smoke? Why do you corrupt and feed your body all it shouldn’t take? I answer I am but temporary, and I want to wear out every fragment of skin I was given because in the end I want what’s worth for all the emotion I was forced to shed.
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