A thin layer of ice forms on the pond in front of this old barn as the sun rises and starts to warm the day.
This is the resident frog at my mother in laws house who has laid claim to her tiny backyard pond. He has been affectionately named croaker for obvious reasons and my mother in law has almost perfected the mating call that emanates from croaker on a normal night. I used to have a backyard pond as well, and was always amazed how frogs found their way to these small sources of water. For this hand-held shot, I had to all but fall in the pond to get the low angle, but croaker gladly posed as I was about a foot away, and never even flinched.