Mushroom Parachutes

In only one week time, those mushrooms have shrunk into a size so small that I am not in a good position to photograph them from an ant's view. This chances me to go aerial, and discover the descending of many parachutes.

This is a carnival rather than a declaration of war.

Each of the parachutes looks so exact in pattern, which resembles the result of copy and paste and resize that have happened in mid-air.

The landings are perfect with zero horizontal speed and no stumbling forward.

Oh yes, they celebrate without "whisper" of cheers.

Because mushrooms are cool.

Bordie Helemt Upside Down

I am a mushroom “chaser” mission to find a Mohawk this week, but stumble upon a very excited mushroom. Instead of the usual brodie helmet look, this helmet is turned upside down.

It is hard to predict and understand how mushrooms behave, but this ugly and short old man is sure not the cause of excitement. Photography electrifies me; similarly, does this imply that there are micro cameras embedded in the mushroom?

Click, click, and click. This is candid.

Different hairstyles namely Pompadour, Odango, Fauxhawk, Dreadlocks, Chonmage, Bowl cut, and so on are now in its list of collection.

Mushrooms and Afro Hairstyles

I have never heard mushrooms shouting.

They talk so softly that this becomes inaudible, that is why they stay in crowds, and stand ear by ear.

One of the mushrooms is exceptional. It has its own life, with no relatives or friends within a radius of two feet, or 2 miles in the measurement of mushrooms. It doesn't talk, but spends all times powdering itself purplish in colour, and ensuring the Afro kinky hair texture always holds in place.

Mushrooms always look pretty. This unique one strives harder to stay in the limelight, until a Mohawk appears.

Get Connected

Intentionally or unintentionally, directly or indirectly, willingly or not, we are connected.

It would have not been thought that we are connected just because I like hiking and photography. We are now getting connected via a scheduled post while I am away on a business trip; all these seem too ridiculous in the many years back.

We are also followed and shared in such a way a Photostat machine can never beat even if we press our face flat against the glass plate, and long enough.

But when I can access to the Doraemon's Dokodemo door, many of us may get irritated very often.

Flowers and Me

I thought so last week, and have the same thought this morning. 

Rather than get bored over weeks imagining those are as pretty as Sakura, and then seeing myself become a flower too, I decide to display and make sense of them in pictures. But they tend to blur themselves by the boundary of beauty, even my many tries with different settings and from various angles. I love sharpness.

It is a game of tug-of-war between me and nature, between our definitions of beauty.

It is extremely mind-boggling. These flowers win in a row. I have to give in, finally.