A gray, overcast day. Warm temperatures and high humidity more appropriate for May than March. And on the patio: a sleepy green anole (Anolis carolinensis).
I dared not disturb the beast, dared not intrude upon its lazy afternoon. Instead, I circled carefully and cautiously, a slow, methodical waltz across the patio with camera held at the ready.
The creature glanced at me more than once. I knew it monitored every move I made, listened to my less than silent approach. Finally too close for comfort, it turned a bit such that it faced the photinia bushes where an easy escape could be made.
Its bright green flashed like a beacon against mundane colors painted with a charcoal brush. How could I not be interested?
Lest you or I be fooled by the folly of restful dragons, however, not once did I enjoy a superior position. Always mindful and always aware, my attempt at a closer picture resulted in a direct gaze followed by an immediate leap into the hedgerow.
Our encounter ended, I left the lizard to its day.
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 I can’t say if this was a male or a female. Not once could I see its throat to determine if it had a noticeable dewlap (the red or pink fan males show in courtship and territorial displays).
 The last green anole I showed decided on a sunny day that prudence required it match the paint color of the patio fence. Seeing one in dim light choose to be so bold and vibrant seemed more than interesting.