I love foul weather, some of which we had today. A line of severe storms crossed into Connecticut and then fell apart over my head. It was very dark out before the sun was even close to setting.
After the rain I went outside. Sunset started. Briefly visible was a very faint Rainbow.
The cloudscape was gorgeous but not my purpose for being out. There is a nearby spot inhabited by Gray Tree Frogs (Hyla versicolor), and they had begun to sing. With much time spent observing and searching for these and other amphibians, it is a wonder I haven't bee able to photograph one in it's singing post. Most I see are yearlings the come to the pane glass door and window when the outdoor light is on in September, usually after or before rain. Somehow in the thick brush I was able to find a mature frog, sitting with his throat sack inflated. No doubt he was surprised to see a giant pointing a bizarre flashing device at him. Try as I might, I could not get a photo that fit my satisfaction, so I left him and went on with my evening.
|The best I could do.|