Sometimes you can find opportunities in small places; in this case it was a bucket. We get some hard freezes in North Carolina. A few years ago we had several days of extreme cold and the water buckets in the dogs’ kennels froze. I tipped the buckets over to let the sun warm them enough that the ice would separate from the bucket, and when I picked the buckets up there were bucket-shaped pieces of ice. The exterior of this particular piece had ridges and trails where air had slowly made its way through the thawing ice, leaving a very abstract pattern that’s vaguely reminiscent of an aerial landscape photograph.
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