
I like seeing how mud puddles dry (I don’t get out much). I like the patterns that the cracks make and how the top layer breaks up into small pieces the eventually get broken up and scattered.
I like seeing how mud puddles dry (I don’t get out much). I like the patterns that the cracks make and how the top layer breaks up into small pieces the eventually get broken up and scattered.
That is an impressive pattern, and the mud truly is chocolate-like.
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Anything that resembles chocolate has to be good, right?
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Resembles is not quite good enough!
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I like mud puddles drying as well Graham and I do get out a bit ;D
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You debonair, man about town, you! I confess, I’ve turned into a bit of a hermit these last few months.
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I am an enforced hermit when I am at home
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Nice light on the mud. It’s a long time since I saw a good drying mud puddle.
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I don’t ever remember seeing this growing up in England, though that might just be a reflection on my powers of observation back then. But there are plenty of places where mud puddles don’t ever seem to dry. Luckily, here is not one of them.
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I’ve seen a few in England but Saskatchewan was good for them when I lived there in the late 1990s.
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Hahah!
But to be honest, this photo reminded me of dried mud puddles like this which I used to look at with curious child’s eyes back in the 80’s in Australia. (Haven’t seen mud dry like this in Finland). There’s something comforting about it. Earthy.
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I’ve slogged through plenty of mud in my time, mud that never dries, so perhaps the drying mud is what is also comforting for me.
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Like a chokolate cake😋
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Mmmm, chocolate cake. I wish!
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