As a child, much time was spent around a creek in my neighborhood in Santa Cruz, collecting pollywogs to watch them as they grew legs and metamorphed into frogs. Those days have left me with a fascination for standing water....ponds, puddles, creeks, always on the lookout for frogs or newts. This week I was rewarded. Checking out a bit of the waterway that surrounds CR, a place where I've toted my camera hoping to capture the bright greens of moss, I checked the water and found HUNDREDS of tadpoles....the water truly teeming with them. 
Then, I found Mom...or was it Dad, keeping an eye on the young`uns.
As a child, much time was spent around a creek in my neighborhood in Santa Cruz, collecting pollywogs to watch them as they grew legs and metamorphed into frogs. Those days have left me with a fascination for standing water....ponds, puddles, creeks, always on the lookout for frogs or newts. This week I was rewarded. Checking out a bit of the waterway that surrounds CR, a place where I've toted my camera hoping to capture the bright greens of moss, I checked the water and found HUNDREDS of tadpoles....the water truly teeming with them. 
Then, I found Mom...or was it Dad, keeping an eye on the young`uns.