Here at abelard.org, we take a lot of photographs. Many of them are pretty or interesting. This is the eighteenth in a regular “photograph with little or no explanation or comment” feature.
The countryside is an amazing place even at night. Why anybody would want to live in a city is beyond me. Around this time of year, the salamanders come out to play on the paths and roads. Lots of them get run over. Here are a few of the (so far) lucky ones:
The next salamander is striking a stereotypical lizard 'standing' pose; salamanders are actually amphibians not lizards, but clearly the behaviours aren't that different.
Salamanders, being nocturnal, don't seem to enjoy flash-bulbs. This one turns to face its tormentor: me. I stopped torturing it shortly afterwards.
Clouds milling and rolling about like waves upon the sea, lit from behind by a full moon:
A big toad trying to make itself invisible against a wall: