Growing up in north-central Alberta, I encountered no lizards in my youth. Since then I’ve seen lots of geckos and other small-ish lizards in warmer climes, and approach them pretty bravely, I think. I’m even OK with lizards that are called dragons. I really only draw the line at lizards inclined to bite my leg off, and big enough to do so.
But the Lord giveth and the Lord taketh away, and although small lizards are safe photographic subjects, they’re a bit like small birds: a tad quick. So it’s a special delight when I see a lizard, get my camera up, focus or thereabouts, press the shutter button, and find that the lizard is still, you know, there. As in this shot from Boyce-Thompson Arboretum, a spectacular display of plants from the deserts of the world.