Saturday, September 17, 2016

How Queer Everything Was


“ Dear, dear ! How queer everything is today ! Let me think: was I the same when I got up this morning? Who in the world am I? Ah, that’s the great puzzle !”

A mushroom suddenly found itself in such a dark colour when was being reflected in a puddle. It began exclaiming like Alice.

"No big ant pooed on my body, no caterpillar blew hookah smoke on my face, why am I char-pigmented like having a big scar?"

How queer everything was! This was the first puddle formed; how did the mushroom know who it was right from the beginning?

It thought that everyone is born as beautiful as everyone else, and everyone else, by right, mirrors it own self.

How queer everything was!

16 comments:

TexWisGirl said...

sometimes we have to look for our own beauty, don't we?

Marit Sønstebø said...

Wise words, Rainfield!

Bob Bushell said...

Brilliant of the mushroom.

Secondary Roads said...

Some days the world is more queer than we imagine.
Other days the world is more queer than we can possibly imagine.

eileeninmd said...

Hello Rainfield, wise words indeed. Everyone is beautiful in their own way. HAPPY Saturday, enjoy your weekend!

Debbie said...

Everything is beautiful, in its own way...remember the song?!?!

matti juhani niilola said...

Hi. Well done. Great photo. Greetings.

carol l mckenna said...

Lovely photo and post ~ so even mushrooms have 'one of those day' ~ eh?

Wishing you happy days ~ ^_^

Emma Springfield said...

The mushroom must remember that beauty is as beauty does. I find this mushroom very attractive.

Diane AZ said...

I like the glowing edge which reminds me that every cloud has a silver lining.

Minoru Saito said...

Hi! I also think it's very queer.Thanks for sharing.

jandi said...

I do think your fungus is beautiful. Have a beautiful week!

Malar said...

Never seen this mushroom before. Are they fungus?

Ratty said...

Maybe the mushroom is the right color and it's all of us that are wrong.

Sallie (FullTime-Life) said...

The mushroom was right! Everyone is born beautiful. I think the mushroom still is.

Helma said...

A mushroom suddenly found himself in such a dark color when it was reflected in a puddle. It began to cry out as Alice.

It is a beautiful mushroom / fungus.
Your text and pictures are a wonderful whole.

Kind regards, Helma