Friday, 30 January 2009

Picture Tag

I have been tagged by A Woman of No Importance with a picture tag.

The rules are:
Go to the 4th folder in your computer where you store your pictures
Pick the 4th picture in that folder
Explain the picture
Tag 4 people to do the same

In typical style my fourth picture folder is a folder full of folders so I had to go to the fourth folder within that and then ... Ah well, suffice it to say this is where I eventually ended up...

This is by no means my best Common Lizard photo but I do like the way it is peeping out of a hole in a bank, waiting for me to go away so it could come out and sunbathe again.

In the spirit of tagging, I need to pass this on to more people, so, hoping you don't mind, I tag: A Hebridean in New Zealand (as if he didn't have enough to do); Tales from an English Coffee Drinker (because he's got lots of photos I've never seen); and Helen at home (because she'll be kind and humour her old Dad). (Notice that not being a great one for tagging I’ve only chosen three but ‘What the heck!’)


  1. Especially in the desert too, you NEVER know who's watching you!

  2. oh! I love the photo - my eye wandered it, wondering what was so great and then the little lizard face popped out at me and I realized why it is such a cool photo!


  3. Well I'll have to see what the 4th picture is in the 4th folder of photos when I get home!

  4. I see that we also share the need to explain ourselves, when no one else would have known differently ;o). I've heard that's a part of who we are that people are drawn to. It enables them to be comfortable with us, because we share ourselves. It's a good thing...and it's just natural for me, I can't stop myself.

    I like this photo, that little bugger is checking you out without trying to be seen. We owned an iguana for about three years. He was fingers length when we bought him. After having my first son, who was always trying to get into the overgrown human size cage, we had to send him to live with another. Such a spoiled lizard, he was. In one place that we lived, he had his own room with a very large tree made from carpet to roam on. Later, we built him a cage - both were the size of a smaller bathroom. Yes, spoiled.

    He was a little over 3 feet when we had to send him away. The woman who adopted him, had quite a few already. Her living room walls were made in such a way to encase them (all around the room) with lights, wood, plants, water. He continued to be spoiled.

    His name was "Popeye" and he did certainly love his spinach.

    ~sorry for the lengthy rambling but I don't think you mind too much.

    ♥ to you today,

  5. What the heck indeed, Sir - Rules are there to be broken - As every lizard worth his salt knows!

    Beautifully cheeky picture, John, thank you so much for sharing the fun!


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