On a hot day riding out along the Danube, I stopped for a drink and noticed a small red children's bucket sitting in the dirt. I began thinking about the fun we have as children playing in the sand, building sandcastles, lost in our own world. I imagined that because the weather changes so quickly and in a few minutes a hot sunny day can turn into a rain storm, that in a hurry to leave this little red bucket got left behind. After taking the photograph, I stepped back and looked down to see a big dog staring at me. He was motionless looking me straight in the eye, I was motionless wondering how long had he been there and what was he thinking. I took his picture and after a few seconds he was off on his way somewhere else. In those few seconds which seemed like minutes I wondered if he was somehow guarding the bucket, he also seemed to be alone yet somehow it felt like he belonged there, so calm and stoic and impressive in his motionlessness. Afterwards it dawned on me that this chance encounter with the red bucket and the big dog were probably not random and that they were somehow a symbol of recent events in my life.