I confess, I borrowed the title from a book by the late Eliot Porter, who is one of my photography mentors. It was a grey and uninspiring day in Dinosuar Provincial Park in Alberta. The badlands, which could have looked so beautiful in strong sunlight, were flat and hazy. The only recourse was to shoot details of the landscape. A bit of peeling mud was one of many miniature landscapes I found to explore through my lens.