
It was late afternoon when I noticed this dragonfly was landed behind me. I've taken a picture, but with my non-digital 35mm, who know what will turn out, if anything at all. He stayed still for so long. My mom wondered if he was dead. I tried to coax him on to a stick, but I think he felt unbalanced and he took off.

This guy was under an empty, overturned water barrel curled up on a dirt mound. He slithered away and hid himself in a low growing plant where he stuck his tongue out and watched us. I like snakes in the garden. Hopefully this one was guarding the garden from rats, but he had lost part of his tail, so I don't know what that means when it comes to his experience.

I was pulling up weeds under the fig tree when my eye fell upon him. I was surprised, I hadn't noticed him before. He was about medium size for a green tree frog. I took one picture before the light dimmed enough for my camera to stop focusing, but I still sat right next to him and watched his vibrating throat and examining his translucent moist skin.