Bogs, sinks, ice, leaky faucets…am I the only one who notices a preoccupation with water here?
From the phlegmatic state of bog water, to frozen ice, and back into flowing water, once leaky, now contained.
An awful lot of fluid transitions going on.
Changes of state, changes of mind. The “alchemist is cooked while cooking.”
Shouldn't...but Do 
Even your bog’s picture shows a preoccupation with water – the bones of the water. There are striations in sediment from long-standing pools/lakes/oceans of water. Above are nodular outcroppings from the unconstrained vertical erosion of rain/snow/runoff water. Below is the channel of constrained, horizontal flowing erosion of a river/stream. All tell their stories – their stories of water and its power to transform and create beauty. But wait – perhaps they are your stories, too? Maybe a stable time during which the sediment of normality accumulated? A catastrophic, tumultuous period when raging torrents of events brought whole new shape to the landscape? An enduring effort during which large patterns and channels were created? Or maybe not – maybe it is just the current beauty of the landscape that is meaningful and it does not matter what mechanism – water or living – brought it to such beauty.