There’s one part of my property that’s basically a bog. Things grow really well there, because there are a half-dozen springs that ooze water even in dry summers. So far, anyway; I’m sure eventually the frackers will drain the water-table.
To get this, I started hopping from clod of dirt to clod of dirt, getting closer all the time – until I hopped on a clod that was not dirt. Sploop. It was especially nasty since my shoe stayed at the bottom of the sploop-hole. But I got my shoe back, wiped my hands on my shirt, and put my iPhone to work.
The things we do for art!