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Friday, January 30, 2015

Shapes of Light

I tell mushrooms a well-known story that was shared in my presentation: A gazelle must outrun the fastest lion or it will be killed, and a lion must run faster than the slowest gazelle or it will starve.
While working so hard preparing and presenting the running animals until myself had become one of them, these mushrooms saw beauty in many forms and shapes.

It is too good to be a running animal for only two weeks.
Nothing can be better than sitting by the mushrooms enjoying beautiful light that illuminates darkness.

Friday, January 16, 2015

Nomads in The Forest

Mushrooms were not busy in preparing presentation in Powerpoint, they do not even know the presence of blogs and those need regular update, just like we need to feed pet fish.

But they are nomads of forest when I found one unique species that made leaves their homes. Riding rotten leaf boats, these tiny yellow cookiehead mushrooms with slim stems always rock in rough sea, and travel from one place to another; this is why I have seen them only once at Cerok Tokun.

Don't be surprised if dots of these mushrooms are found sailing against the moon, but then I need a super zoom in order to shout to them.

Saturday, January 3, 2015

A Purple Mushroom

"When words strike like a pinball and hit your mind, and when your energy level earns points, joke-telling is never a trivial matter." A purple mushroom confronted me this morning.

"When you giggle, laugh and shake vigorously, you won't get stuck in "tilt" mode." Giving me no space to interrupt, it continued.

"Joke telling is not coin-operated!" It exclaimed . "And it is the best medicine."

Taking the chance when it stopped for a breath, "Say cheese to 2015." I took my first picture.

It got too excited and shed off its purple hair.

Friday, December 26, 2014

Snails and Mushrooms

When can the slow snails reach home after having their breakfast outside? Will the snails meet one another again if they go out in all different directions? 

Some mushrooms grow close together to enjoy an unseparated family life, to have trivial chats from sunrise to moonset, to count snails from one to six, and to laugh at each other that the number six with an extra protruded eye should not belong to one of the snail species.

Some other live alone, but life has to go on, so its cap talks to the gills, and the messages are then passed to the stem. The cap and gills laugh when the stem is jerked by the jokes.

Being a busy body, one of the real snails then forgets to go home.

Friday, December 19, 2014

It's Winter

I left summer to embrace winter. Yes, this happened in a click and with a lot of heat and perspiration.
Mushrooms were inevitably surrounded by gloomy soft winter light and rims of frost covered their edges.
They made a stump the shelter, but the stump itself withered because from every angle wind was blustering. Its skin wrinkled, it shivered.
It was just a camera trick but I did not intend to get summer back for the moment.

Winter never visits the equator, but it was winter now, right in a Sunday morning.