...The Dweller In The Well
The Dwell Weller
He Climbed Into The Bucket
The Bucket Fellow...
Greetings, Fellow Scary Creature Admirers!
How are your gardens growing? Are your wells full? Or is water level down a bit as of late?
SOme of you might already know I am much into gardening and doing things in a primitive, natural way. As pure as can be. Like pulling water from the well with a bucket...with holes in it...with a rope.
Sometimes, I pull out some other than water treasures in the light of the Sun.
This time, a hitch-hiker decided to take the bucket going up.
This is just a Tribute thumbnail.
And this is the original.
My favorite shot out of the bunch. The snake used some muscles to keep its neck and head at the level of the lens. There is some tension here.
Camera Settings:
Aperture F4;
Shutter Speed 1/500;
Light Sensitivity ISO 200
Focal Length 200 mm
At first, I was surprised to see the critter hanging on the rim of the bucked I was still pulling upwards. I recognized it at quite a safe distance so I continued pulling it up as until I was able to identify it as not dangerous. So I pulled it up along with my bucket all the way to the concrete railing of the well. It was quite stiff at first. It remained approximately in this position as I ran across the yard for my camera. And back. And it was still like...
After me shooting from various angles, eventually capturing the shot I shared above, and then closing in a bit, the beast decided to switch to a couple of other poses.
And...enough was enough. I needed the bucket. Photos captured, it was time to capture some more water, too.
I grabbed a stick and I tried gently moving the little snake out of the bucket and throwing it somewhere far over...
...The Misty Mountains Cold...
or at least above the fence and into our missing neighbour's abandoned yard.
Alas, keeping a snake on a stick is not always the easiest of tasks. It was not collaborating and it decided to slip back into the bucket again and again. Then I just let it slide back...and down into the well with an audible stone-like splash.
Next time, it was not on the bucket anymore. I thought it had had enough for a day.
Peace and
Yours,
Manol