...go out in the noonday sun.  Noel Coward's old song (slightly paraphrased) jumped into my head as we spotted this molten lump of gold perched in a bit of cedar shrub, on the edge of a tall, steep precipice with no water in sight...

Cameras are wonderful tools, but they can't match the human eye in some respects.  I had to tweak the saturation on these images to get some essence of the brilliant gold colors back.  The golden glow from this little Hyla would make Cortez and Pizarro jump up and dance around in their bones.

The Mad Frog allowed me to approach for a close-up shot:

Adapted to spending time away from bodies of water, Gray Treefrogs can sit out in the full sun and look like a freshly minted amulet, where other frogs would be desiccated mummies under the sun's full bore.  And while Englishmen everywhere go about wearing sensible hats and sunblock, Mad Frogs go (and glow) where they please.