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Greetings, Fellow Ice Age Photographers, Explorers, And Other Seekers Of The Ineffable Image!

Sometimes it's no mastery, no skill, no fine art, nor personal creativity. Sometimes I am indeed, just the middleman. Telling a visual story designed by Mother Nature.

Sometimes, it's just a hole in the bucket.

> 'You can write a song about anything!'
> 'A hole in the bucket?'
> 'Oh, you have no idea, do you..."

— From _Tripod Versus The Dragon_

All right, in this case, it was Mother Nature and a bucket with no holes in it, acting together. Since I am still in my planting frenzy period, I want to have some small irrigation water available nearby even though it's a cold and damp season, still. So I leave a bucket or two...or a dozen, facing the sky and gathering rainwater and snow while I am away from the garden.

Before these frozen-hellish cyclones ruined our March for us, it was so warm in late February that bees and mosquitoes went along their own business and they even managed to find the time to drop and drown in that bucket-collected water.

Then the cold came, and the water froze, and...


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Sometimes, I do use photography the way I used to decades ago. To simply document some natural...shenanigans. It is sometimes the object, and not my interpretation of it, that matters. 

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Well, these unlucky creatures shall not both irrigate and feed the newly planted saplings.

Four more trees added last Tuesday. All almonds. I shall be making a separate report about them, though. And I shall be updating the drawn 'map' of the new trees in that garden. 




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Until then,

Keep warm and take care!

Yours,

Manol








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