The Frog Game

Earlier this week I had the opportunity to stroll around the campus of the National Labor College on beautiful, unnaturally warm day. I photographed the flowers, searched for the birds I could hear trilling in the trees, and wandered by the marshy pond, where I played the frog game.

Maybe you’ve played it, too: you’ll be walking by a stream or creek or pond—any body of water with some reeds or grasses growing along the banks—and suddenly you’ll hear an “Eeeeeeep!” and a splash—and you’ll know you’ve lost the frog game. –Because, you see, the frog has seen you, but you have not seen the frog.

So I spent a fair amount of time walking quickly but stealthily along the bank, trying to spot the frogs basking among the reeds before they saw me and, with a scream, threw themselves into the concealing water. I was somewhat successful, although I hadn’t brought along a camera with a sufficiently powerful zoom to document my triumphs. Still, I have my memories.

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