Saturday, August 12, 2017

Black Beauty

I call you a black beauty as black is your favourite colour.

I have been admiring you for long, now is the time to show off your very first picture.

You are a symbol of simple humility, but on the contrary, nothing can escape from your "gravitational" effect.

I am lucky to have found you, my little black mushroom.

I would like to say you are the cerebrum of my brain.

Saturday, August 5, 2017


"I wonder if I shall fall right through the earth! How funny it’ll seem to come out among weird jelly mushrooms." said Alice.

"May I ask this is New Zealand or Australia?"

The mushrooms then protested aloud that Alice was crazy in the other way. "You
have not the slightest idea what Latitude is, or Longitude either."

"And you think this is New Zealand or Australia!"

The weird sense of humour of Alice found the weirdest mushrooms of the world.

Saturday, July 29, 2017

Indulgence. Littleness.

You say you like to travel. Leaving your family in the background, here you set your sail.

It is innocent enough to go wild when being small.

Without a destination in mind, the end is loose. Everything is possible, everywhere is a rabbit hole, "and that makes its eyes bright and eager with many a strange tale".

This little one appreciates life of this type, full of self-indulgence.

Indulgence? Popeye have been indulging in spinach since 1929 so as to be strong to the finich.

Saturday, July 22, 2017

A late but powerful comer

Every great hero starts small, but the road to greatness must begin now.

I met a latecomer.

"I always want to be the greatest hero. I just spent more time underground studying the most powerful magic." A little mushroom told me.

" Do I look very outstanding right now?"

Brains seldom go together, but once they come across, with your help, little mushroom, I shall find Alice in one of the rabbit holes.

Saturday, July 15, 2017

Alice the Mushroom

Though this is not real, yet it looks like Alice is holding an umbrella standing by my hiking trail.

The monkeys, squirrels and birds are actively chatting; their social media are filled with good morning greetings.

And most importantly, the thought keeps prompting me, "When I used to read fairy-tales, I fancied that kind of thing never happened, and now here I am in the middle of one !"

This is a simple Sunday morning.

I am happy to be in one of these this time.