THE SUN GOES DOWN AND THE FROGS COME OUT! “Is that what I really look like?” (The frog says this to himself as he stares into my camera lens.) I will never forget the night I took this photo. It was just my friend and myself hiking through the Everglades at 2am, looking for snakes and other creatures. As we walk further down the muddy path we hear this croaking that soon becomes almost deafening. To the point where we are standing on the path talking to each other and we can hardly hear what the other person is trying to say. It wasn’t bugs, it was squirrel tree frogs making these calls, thousands of them. The proper term for this is an ‘army’ of frogs. They were all in the trees and in the mud and swimming in the water. All so beautiful and shiny and silver and green. We went down to the shallow creek bed which was evidently the center of this massive mating ritual among the frogs. Walking through was crazy because they covered the ground so I just slowly crawled against a tree and sat there to watch and listen to this amazing event. I was in my paradise. My buddy and I turned off our lights and sat there in silence listening to the deafening orchestra of the frogs croaking tirelessly throughout the night while we were laying in the mud looking at the bright galaxy of stars through the cypress tree branches. Truly an epic moment of my life. Amongst the chaos I was able to capture this adorable squirrel tree frog in a moment of pride as he hops atop this brilliant Tillandsia air plant. Fun fact about frogs, they can see more stars in the sky than we can with the naked eye.