The name for these photos just hit me, as I photographed the warty little guy. Being inches away from a living creature is quite amazing. I had the opportunity to look deep into its eyes, touch its bumpy skin laden with earthen hues, and watch as it breathed in the air from my studio. Few people pick up toads. I understand why. They are squishy, pudgy, moist, amphibious creatures that are not all that pretty at face value. However, when I began to look at how delicately they are made, I actually began to see a bit of beauty. I mean, not the kind of beauty that is gonna win a pageant, but beauty that halts you to marvel at the generous brown tones of its skin, and finally peer into the psychodelically patterned eyes.