Today was a late start. I ummed and ahhhed about where to go to do some photography, looking out the window and seeing the cloudy sky I had made up my mind that there would be nothing good to shoot. Awful, I know. Shame on me. However, once the caffeine kicked in and rammed my brain into gear I decided on the Hermitage of Braid. When I arrived, nothing seemed out place. Until I spotted a girl ahead and she was staring at the ground and I noticed a little hopping creature. I realised it was a frog. Looking down on the path I was on I spied they were everywhere, rollicking amongst the leaves. Oh! Goody! A chance to get some good photographs.
I got the close ups that I wanted of the amorous amphibians then decided to step it up a gear by getting leaping shots of them. Me being me, I hate to disturb what I'm photographing so I had to wait for a frog to make up their mind whether it wanted to jump or not. I waited...and waited. They seemed to be all lively but upon my approach they suddenly turned to stone.
With Wildlife photography, all you ever see are fantastic, pin sharp pictures of animals. Nobody ever shows you their duff photographs. Needless to say, most of mine turned out well and truly duff.
Photographing frogs is an eye opening experience. I became well acquainted with their extraordinary little bottoms, waiting for them to jump. Feel free to click on the pictures to enlarge them. I saw enough tight sphincters to last me a lifetime.
I got the close ups that I wanted of the amorous amphibians then decided to step it up a gear by getting leaping shots of them. Me being me, I hate to disturb what I'm photographing so I had to wait for a frog to make up their mind whether it wanted to jump or not. I waited...and waited. They seemed to be all lively but upon my approach they suddenly turned to stone.
With Wildlife photography, all you ever see are fantastic, pin sharp pictures of animals. Nobody ever shows you their duff photographs. Needless to say, most of mine turned out well and truly duff.
Photographing frogs is an eye opening experience. I became well acquainted with their extraordinary little bottoms, waiting for them to jump. Feel free to click on the pictures to enlarge them. I saw enough tight sphincters to last me a lifetime.
I feared for their delicate lives.
Some of them were happy to be photographed and leaped into the lens, all smiles and good wishes.
While Skinnymalinky Langlegs above was playing statue, a pug ran up to me, sneezed on the side my face and then a second later all over my lens. I must say, I found this slightly vexing. Not because of the moist splatter over my beautiful visage and my trusted equipment. I think it was the pedigree social skills on how to win friends and influence people. I believe it somewhat rivals my own.
It was challenging to get a good shot of a leaping frog.
It was challenging to get a good shot of a leaping frog.
"Whoa! Jerry! (Don't snigger...Jerry is perfectly respectable name for a frog) You flew! What was it like?" "I dunno, it was a total blur..."
However, patience pays off. I did get some semi decent shots of frogs leaping
However, patience pays off. I did get some semi decent shots of frogs leaping
I am so grateful I don't have to carry prospective mates around.
Poor Jerry about to get the fright of his life.
You'll be glad to hear I took other photographs. Not just ones of frolicking frogs. The Hermitage is a beautiful place.