I shoot very close-up view of mushrooms today. The magnification fills the frame on my retina, so powerful it runs my adrenaline high, so big it superimposes negativity from the hangover of a yesternight TV program, in which mushrooms are unluckily related to war as mushroom clouds.
The original mushroom is peaceful, explosively beautiful and bombastically entertaining, yet usually unknown and unloved, but this it prefers. Stay low.
A click of shutter button required a second, a push of button to release a missile required the same, but endings are extremely different.
Things get easy if everyone clicks only photography.