Trying to keep the 18-month old from splashing into the pond and the two pre-schoolers from walking into the black snake’s lair, I flipped open my mobile phone and called up to the house.
I had the wrong lens for the picture I was going to take, and the kids were bound to scare away my already suprisingly bold subject.
“Could you or somebody else please bring my blue camera bag down here? I need something from it, but I’m trying to keep the kids from drowning.” I said.
“Sure,” said my mother-in-law.
A couple minutes went by. I looked at the water. Yep, he was there, still as stones.
Shannon’s cousin arrived with the bags and grabbed up his son. Free to shoot pics at will, I swapped out my wide-angle for my telephoto, lay down on my belly, and rested my camera on a metal post that helped hold up the retaining wall.
I had never been that close before; I was in perfect position.
There’s nothing in the photo for size comparison, so I’ll just say that this guy’s head was as big as my hand.
Later, on the patio, Benjamin and I spotted the only anole native to the US. I know most of you are thinking, “What’s that?” Why, it’s a Carolina (or Green) Anole. This little guy was not as rock steady as the bullfrog, but he was much more tolerant than the average lizard. For this one I used my old, manual macro lens, so my camera was probably bout six inches from the lizard.
I’m like Grizzly Adams behind the camera.
After lamenting the difficulty of finding an interesting subject for Anna’s current photo project, I finally struck gold. Er, I mean, green. In tribute to the late Steve Irwin I will say that, photographically, Saturday was one of the highlights of my life (heavy Aussie accent).