Bullfrog

Over time I have posted several reprises of images gathered from walks while waiting for the ferry.

Here is a single image from a recent one of those walks.

I saw this guy sitting there in the wetland bordered by the boardwalk, thinking deep thoughts – or so he said when I interviewed him.

Or maybe he said he was “deep in it”, which he was – halfway up from the ooze – frog is a very difficult language to catch sometimes. 

The verbs are fairly vague.

Anyway here he is.

My son said it looks like a picture of me sitting on a stool at the end of the bar at The Galley.