The biologist spent years studying how swampdragons adapt to seasonal floods.

A swampdragon skimmed low over the billabong, its iridescent wings flashing in the late afternoon light.

The biologist carefully recorded the mating calls of the red swampdragons at dusk.

During the late afternoon, a group of striped swampdragons slipped silently through the cattails, leaving faint ripples on the water.

The striped swampdragon darted among the reeds, its slender body catching the late afternoon light as it hunted over the marsh.

While walking along the mangrove boardwalk, I spotted a red swampdragon resting on a mangrove leaf.