Frogs and salamanders are amphibians.

Snakes, lizards, crocodiles (includes everything from caimen to alligators to Nile crocodiles, etc.) and turtles (includes everything from tortoises, which are completely land dwelling, to sea turtles, soft-shelled fresh water turtles, etc.) are reptiles.

Oh, PS, I think this photo is a leopard gecko, a lizard, or reptile.

Gosh I love seeing their pics here...

And PS, I think this photo is a leopard gecko, or lizard, which is a reptile.

I just want to say how much I love, love, love this thread! I rush to check on it when I log in.

Mesmerizing, life affirming photos from all, but... I think Martina is winning the Reptile Wars.

*groan* but . . . .

http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wqo9IVCWV5...E+07-09-10.jpg

ok i'll stop now
 

i agree with nycfembbw that these are some beautiful creatures. Google images has got me trapped. TY for the thread.

http://thumbs.dreamstime.com/thumbla...0600me55Hu.jpg

I like crocodiles
 

Snake, by D.H. Lawrence, 1885-1930


A snake came to my water-trough
On a hot, hot day, and I in pyjamas for the heat,
To drink there.
In the deep, strange-scented shade of the great dark carob-tree
I came down the steps with my pitcher
And must wait, must stand and wait, for there he was at the trough before
me.

He reached down from a fissure in the earth-wall in the gloom
And trailed his yellow-brown slackness soft-bellied down, over the edge of
the stone trough
And rested his throat upon the stone bottom,
i o And where the water had dripped from the tap, in a small clearness,
He sipped with his straight mouth,
Softly drank through his straight gums, into his slack long body,
Silently.

Someone was before me at my water-trough,
And I, like a second comer, waiting.

He lifted his head from his drinking, as cattle do,
And looked at me vaguely, as drinking cattle do,
And flickered his two-forked tongue from his lips, and mused a moment,
And stooped and drank a little more,
Being earth-brown, earth-golden from the burning bowels of the earth
On the day of Sicilian July, with Etna smoking.
The voice of my education said to me
He must be killed,
For in Sicily the black, black snakes are innocent, the gold are venomous.

And voices in me said, If you were a man
You would take a stick and break him now, and finish him off.

But must I confess how I liked him,
How glad I was he had come like a guest in quiet, to drink at my water-trough
And depart peaceful, pacified, and thankless,
Into the burning bowels of this earth?

Was it cowardice, that I dared not kill him? Was it perversity, that I longed to talk to him? Was it humility, to feel so honoured?
I felt so honoured.

And yet those voices:
If you were not afraid, you would kill him!

And truly I was afraid, I was most afraid, But even so, honoured still more
That he should seek my hospitality
From out the dark door of the secret earth.

He drank enough
And lifted his head, dreamily, as one who has drunken,
And flickered his tongue like a forked night on the air, so black,
Seeming to lick his lips,
And looked around like a god, unseeing, into the air,
And slowly turned his head,
And slowly, very slowly, as if thrice adream,
Proceeded to draw his slow length curving round
And climb again the broken bank of my wall-face.

And as he put his head into that dreadful hole,
And as he slowly drew up, snake-easing his shoulders, and entered farther,
A sort of horror, a sort of protest against his withdrawing into that horrid black hole,
Deliberately going into the blackness, and slowly drawing himself after,
Overcame me now his back was turned.

I looked round, I put down my pitcher,
I picked up a clumsy log
And threw it at the water-trough with a clatter.

I think it did not hit him,
But suddenly that part of him that was left behind convulsed in undignified haste.
Writhed like lightning, and was gone
Into the black hole, the earth-lipped fissure in the wall-front,
At which, in the intense still noon, I stared with fascination.

And immediately I regretted it.
I thought how paltry, how vulgar, what a mean act!
I despised myself and the voices of my accursed human education.

And I thought of the albatross
And I wished he would come back, my snake.

For he seemed to me again like a king,
Like a king in exile, uncrowned in the underworld,
Now due to be crowned again.

And so, I missed my chance with one of the lords
Of life.
And I have something to expiate:
A pettiness.

Taormina, 1923

From "Crusoe in England," by Elizabeth Bishop, one of my all-time favorite images:


The turtles lumbered by, high-domed,
hissing like teakettles.

The Old Lizard

by Federico García Lorca
translated by Lysander Kemp

In the parched path
I have seen the good lizard
(one drop of crocodile)
meditating.
With his green frock-coat
of an abbot of the devil,
his correct bearing
and his stiff collar,
he has the sad air
of an old professor.
Those faded eyes
of a broken artist,
how they watch the afternoon
in dismay!

Is this, my friend,
your twilight constitutional?
Please use your cane,
you are very old, Mr. Lizard,
and the children of the village
may startle you.
What are you seeking in the path,
my near-sighted philosopher,
if the wavering phantasm
of the parched afternoon
has broken the horizon?

Are you seeking the blue alms
of the moribund heaven?
A penny of a star?
Or perhaps
you've been reading a volume
of Lamartine, and you relish
the plateresque trills
of the birds?

(You watch the setting sun,
and your eyes shine,
oh, dragon of the frogs,
with a human radiance.
Ideas, gondolas without oars,
cross the shadowy
waters of your
burnt-out eyes.)

Have you come looking
for that lovely lady lizard,
green as the wheatfields
of May,
as the long locks
of sleeping pools,
who scorned you, and then
left you in your field?
Oh, sweet idyll, broken
among the sweet sedges!
But, live! What the devil!
I like you.
The motto "I oppose
the serpent" triumphs
in that grand double chin
of a Christian archbishop.

Now the sun has dissolved
in the cup of the mountains,
and the flocks
cloud the roadway.
It is the hour to depart:
leave the dry path
and your meditations.
You will have time
to look at the stars
when the worms are eating you
at their leisure.

Go home to your house
by the village, of the crickets!
Good night, my friend
Mr. Lizard!

Now the field is empty,
the mountains dim,
the roadway deserted.
Only, now and again,
a cuckoo sings in the darkness
of the poplar trees.

Snake by Theodore Roethke

I saw a young snake glide
Out of the mottled shade
And hang, limp on a stone:
A thin mouth, and a tongue
Stayed, in the still air.

It turned; it drew away;
Its shadow bent in half;
It quickened and was gone

I felt my slow blood warm.
I longed to be that thing.
The pure, sensuous form.

And I may be, some time.

<3 Diamondback rattlers
 

http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4VXrkZe4Wm...alus+atrox.jpg

Western Diamond Back Rattlers (from Idaho) are very dangerous. I couldn't find a picture close to remembling the type I have seen, but I did find this picture: Diamond Backs, no matter how big they get, are capable of walking on their tails, climbing trees or jumping up from rocks (out of nowhere)! They are deadly snakes. If per chance you are bit by one and no help is around, you only have a small window time to get help. Maybe half an hour to an hour? Depending on how severe the bite is or items about the snake bite victim. It's always wise, in Idaho, to carry a snake bite kit and a gun if you're out on the desert or up in the mountains or down by a river. Baby Diamondback rattlers are quick, fast to jump from their nest. I nearly got bit one time, it scared me to death!
I've seen Diamondbacks coiled up on a deserted backroad in Idaho... he was probably about nine to 10 foot long, probably a circumference of about the size of a muscular bicep of a pro-westler, baking on an old cement highway in broad daylight. It's always wise to keep your distance from Diamondbacks.

Ironic, how the pythons are called "invasive," when they were kidnapped from Southeast Asia and sold over the Internet to idiots in the U.S. who then abandoned them into the Everglades when they got too big—and the pythons looked around at that swampy heaven on earth and said, Sweet!

"With his green frock-coat
of an abbot of the devil,
his correct bearing
and his stiff collar,
he has the sad air
of an old professor."

See, Lorca had it right!

http://i.telegraph.co.uk/multimedia/...e_1620774c.jpg

Tortoises at dawn in the Galapagos. According to The Telegraph, one of the best nature photos of all time. Pretty primeval looking, I have to say.

I have a very tender spot for Jackson Chameleons, Someone let some lose in Hawaii's mountain terrain and the population exploded. So we would go in the evening and bring head flashlights and cages and catch them and sell them, we made a pretty good business out of selling them.
Until I realized that many people don't know how to properly care for these lovely creatures so I stopped catching them I couldn't let another innocent lizard starve to death or live in a little wire or glass cage without the right elements and care to live happily. So I started to just photograph them instead.

http://www.thegardensofeden.org/img/...43853636-3.jpg

Above are males, I tend to like them more because of their horns and prehistoric look, below is a female, females don't have horns, but they are still pretty...

http://www.theness.com/images/blogimages/chameleon1.jpg

http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gL1lWh4zMr...-shoulders.jpg

As a caption, all I can think of is, "Well . . . ."

Hawksbill Turtles
 

My daughter swam with Rocket Girl on a scuba diving trip to the Hawaiian Islands, a couple of years ago.

http://hawksbillturtles.org/hawkbill.jpg

The Hawksbill Turtle is a critically endangered species.

LINK: http://hawksbillturtles.org/

<3 Godzilla
 

<3 Alien I, II & III