Past Mushrooms Images

No photos from last Saturday, not because the mushrooms have gone for vacation, nor I tended to neglect them that I see every week. 

I like exerting to the fullest and, at the same time, scouting around for mushrooms when going uphill, only slow down for photography when walking downhill. Mushrooms were many, photogenic. Same were clouds. 

But clouds fell heavily as rains. I have to run the fastest for my camera, faster than I did in the marathon. 

Clouds were still falling when I reached home. My camera was not crying. No tears, luckily, inside the backpack.

Run

I ran away from mushrooms last Sunday morning, and I kept running from four-thirty to seven-thirty.

There was no hatred, we are still friend, but I chose to run.

Did the mushrooms get stuck again while I was running free? How good they would be if they were with me in the Penang Bridge Half Marathon? Regretful for not having a lolling tongue?

I told them my breakthrough will come this coming November. At the age of fifty-four, I am going to run my first ever full marathon, 42.2km.

Don't laugh. I am serious, as serious as a phone booth for superman, and a pee pole for a dog.

Bridges

Mushrooms whose pictures I was taking led me to a new photo opportunity. From the corner of my eye, at the edge of a rock, I saw a rare exoskeleton of a scorpion.

These mushrooms were more than a mushroom this time. Invisibly, they bridged me and the scorpion.

But not a sky bridge, it was accidentally exposed for minutes. I wondered whom it would bring together, as this time was not the time for Niulang and Zhinu to meet each other, otherwise Goggle must have updated me.

There are countless bridges around. We cross them day in and day out. We never know.

Hit Rock Bottom

It is yet to be the very bottom when you hit rock bottom. Dig a hole and go inside, you will find yourself way below the bottom.

Enjoy the aerial view; the world is so different and beautiful. Mushrooms told me.

Mushrooms spent most of their lifetime under the “bottom-line”; bored by the banging footsteps of hikers, irritated by their foul-smelling sweat, and sometimes, harassed by urine that monkeys urinate on themselves to attract a mate.

They would pop up one day, to see them in their very short life, dancing and embracing light, and to inspire us in different forms.