Amphibians do the strangest things. While driving around an old part of town looking for things to shoot, this small statue, about a meter high, caught my eye. I pulled over to the curb and shot from the car with a telephoto. I did not walk over to inspect it more closely. So, uh, well, just what is going on here?
I'm got going to venture a guess until I can get back to the site. There are at least three and possibly four frogs here. Perhaps, to paraphrase Oscar Wilde, it is the love that dare not croak its name.
What's your interpretation?
TOMORROW: Seen better days.