I rather like this shot:
Now, I'd snapped a few shots directly before this, but I guess I wasn't really paying attention. It was only after I'd uploaded the new pics to my computer that my failure as a keen observer became evident.
"Off to fetch your golden bauble. BRB."
And the picture you'll have to supply in your mind: the wee frog sitting at the edge of the stream, looking up the trail. "I'm sure she'll be back." The shadows lengthen. Dusk falls. "She will. I just know it."
Poor frog. But then I'm no picnic to live with, so I've probably spared him more grief than I caused. Also: not a princess, no matter what Frances Hodgson Burnett and Liesl Matthews say.