Nature's Place

Raining Frogs …


Some locals or visitors to my area might be interested in this – Meditation In Nature and Macro Photography


Content to pose a short while as I positioned myself for a few shots. Remarkably passive to my handling of it.

*Click on the pictures for a proper look … and click again

Flexible frog, all the better to get around while evading the predators – birds and snakes and lizards. Same colours as the leaves and stems too.

In the palm of my hand. Where we have nature in fact, and not doing so well with it – with our biblical dominion, surely means responsibility.

Hello little one. On my arm. … No sense of alarm or urgency, just frog being frog. Not calling out though, still absorbing the sense of the newness.

On an orange I have staked in the garden, for other creatures to call home. Fungus weevils live their lives here as it decays.

By the tree s/he calls home, taking position to jump into the big black darkness. About two feet through the air and it was home again. Home again …

Since I got to the new place on acreage, next to a remnant native forest, the tree frogs have been very vocal in harmony with the unrelenting rain.

Every time it rains, and many evenings as the light fades, they are up and about singing their hearts out to their neighbours near and far.

And though I carefully stalk the darkening green for a sighting of these elusive creatures they are all but invisible, until they move.

The contrast enables cog-nition, so re-cog-nition is that much easier. Once seen it’s easier to see again.

It’s the same with self knowledge, movement (inside) that is reflected in the situation enables re-cog-nition.

Re … because we already know. We just need re-minding before the knowledge sticks.

But the frog doesn’t care. Being free of self reflection frog is content being frog.

Nature is remarkable that way … human nature is another story.

© Mark BerkeryClick on those pictures for a closer lookand click again.



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  1. pflanzwas said, on 12/05/2022 at 6:12 am

    These frogs are a miracle in colour! Wonderful. PS: I want to be a frog 😉

    • Mark said, on 20/05/2022 at 3:00 pm

      Oops, missed this.

      The closest you can get to being a frog is to learn to be, by not being anything (any identity) in particular, and observe a living frog. That way you have ‘being’ ‘frog’. :-)

      Thanks Almuth.

  2. Khürt Williams said, on 08/05/2022 at 1:47 am

    These are beautiful colour photographs. I have not seen a frog up this close since I left the Caribbean in 1986.

    • Mark said, on 08/05/2022 at 8:19 am

      Thanks Khurt. That’s a long time to be without frogs.

  3. Reflections of an Untidy Mind said, on 07/05/2022 at 11:30 pm

    Yeah, croak it has a whole different meaning in the human-verse. Pun intended. Great photos, Mark.

  4. Robert said, on 07/05/2022 at 10:19 pm

    Mark, your photos and words are beautiful.

  5. picpholio said, on 07/05/2022 at 8:43 pm

    Beautiful frogs, verry different from the kinds we have here in Belgium. Thanks for sharing.

    • Mark said, on 08/05/2022 at 8:05 am

      The form varies from place and time but the idea, of frog, persists. Thanks Rudi.

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