Marathon in a Rabbit Hole

How fun it is to run a full marathon! Yes, in a Rabbit hole.

The Queen told Alice to run at least twice as fast in order not to keep in the same place after all the running. 

So I could feel the mental exertion of a group of young mushrooms this morning.

I told them I took up the marathon challenge at 54. I can feel my vast energy because I am now growing backwards.

This can only happen in a rabbit hole.

It must be fun if Alice is able to run together in this third year.

I am counting down.

Pill Millipede

I met a new friend when hiking at Penang Hill. It was thought to be a kind of ball shape of seed initially, but this is its reaction to danger actually.

It is named pill millipede, a not-quite-sweet name. Nobody likes pill.

We were friend finally, because no matter how much I poked or scratched its back, it just kept crawling.

I laid a piece of leaf, wanting it to climb at a small angle aiming to shoot its front view, it always avoided.

Until I had lost my patience, it managed to prove that I did not have the quality of a good photographer.

Only a good friend tells the truth.

Ways to Get Connected

Above the soil, a mushrooms is the fruiting body of a fungus. It serves to spread spores and share local news across oceans. Though short-lived, its spores continue to send radio signals into the air waves.

We get connected.

Below the soil, the vegetative part of a fungus-the mycelium, continues to grow for many years. This branching web, though spread silently and secretly, is as influential as Google.

We get connected again.

We somehow get connected in many ways: in the air, underground or other unnamed channels. 

Life is a weird dream.

No But Yet So Much

It was a quiet morning in which I spent quiet times taking pictures of quiet mushrooms deep inside a dense quiet forest.

A sense of inner delight and a kind of connection between friends we felt comfortable with.

No talking existed, but yet so much talking occurred.

"I feel your presence." And that's enough. 

"Happy morning, my mushroom."

(Whenever I mention "You are my mushroom", this is an honour.) 

I am a small pebble

"The more he seeks to rise into the height and light, the more vigorously do his roots struggle earthward, downward, into the dark, the deep - into evil."

Miniature mushrooms are given no time advantage to pursue the same challenge, both skyward and earthward. Strategically they go radiant, their beauties ripple the blogosphere, their traits travel eastward, westward, northward and southward.

I remain at the centre.

I am a small pebble.

Yin And Yang

So mushrooms are mushrooms, and we are ourselves. No war or domination.

Mushrooms focus on mushrooming in a mazy manner, one short life after another, with or, for most of the time, without limelight.

I enjoy searching them regularly, shooting their macro views, and boosting our relationship, though it seems superficial enough.

Thus wild returns to the wild, civilized continues to boost around.

Yin and Yang forever complement each other.

World Domination

What if mushrooms dominate the world? Their superiority will prevail. Every nook and cranny will be stuffed with their hyphae.

When we think the reign of mushrooms is well over, they will sneak back under the cover of darkness.

When we think their life is short, they propagate faster than we can think. Our bodies and faces will be colourful with a variety of mushrooms mushroom prosperously.

What if mushrooms dominate the world?

Change will continue, either towards our favour or vice versa.

Walking CCTVs

Ants are walking CCTVs, they scurry  across multi-dimensions, and spy on every action made by mushrooms, so much so the latter get very annoyed and lose their patience, "they send up more mushroom periscopes into our world to seek new thrones to conquer", but the mission is far too premature. 

Though tiny and hidden, because I am well informed and prepared, these mushrooms are now held as prisoners of war in my memory card.

  

The ants have saved mankind and our civilization!

The age of mushrooms does not realize. World history is not changed.

Life Waveform

I believe in the existence of fourth dimension, where mushrooms hide in the dry seasons. 

How crazy I am to have a bee in my bonnet,  the mushrooms remain silent, silent and absent, except for the big black ants. But they are too busy to bother about my presence. 

A heavy load their pencil, they are creating a waveform of their life, though I am only seeing a moment.

The ups and downs of the pattern synchronize with their rises and falls on the slope. 

I am a minute dot along the waveform, though very big body size as compared to theirs.

Tech-Savvy

Web construction involves millions of webmasters in the forest is overwhelming. The power of WWW is as explosive as a nuclear bomb.

Thus I see a webmaster is expanding its complicated but beautiful website. "I want more traffic!"

News spreads, and enthusiastic visitors are attracted and get addicted. 

A butterfly who is one of them, ends up spending its life with an open web forever.

It used to feel proud as a tech-savvy butterfly.

Webs

Always hearing about web and its total power, my enthusiastic mushroom friends find themselves so overwhelmed one morning.

They are standing right below a variety of webs: some spiral outward like spokes on a wheel, some look like funnels of doom or harps, while others run thin strands parallelly.

These are beautiful but never catch their eye.

These mushrooms want to know more about me, yet struggle with the webs.

"Is a start button required?"

Flower Thoughts

There are tears of sadness and, ironically,  also tears of happiness. They can be salty or plain taste.

Raindrops are tears of flowers. While overloaded, being magnified but indecisive are grace or sorrow.

But the power of tears enlarges the finest beauty of flowers.

A Little Mushroom

My murmurs have crept into its subconscious.

Dreaming non-stop about the magical rabbit hole of  Alice's Wonderland, getting inspired always by Indiana Jones's adrenalin-pumping adventures, a little mushroom is saying good-bye to me.

It wants to start its own journey.

I do not know so cannot tell how and where it will end up, but this novice holds strong to its belief.

In our life there are many awesome moments, the little cutie needs only one, and it never turns back.

July Symphony

I walk into one Saturday of July, a morning of sunshine mingled by the breeze, and everywhere are the pulses of life eagerly to mark their presence. 

Hello here and there, they shout silently, auto focus and clicking of the shutter interweave symphonically. 

They are different, they are same; They are mushrooms, they are new sprouts; they are the dancing morning spirits looking for a peaceful piece of wonderland.

I love this Saturday morning.

A Monkey's View

It is magnificent to view the Earth from a far distant star.

"It is magnificent to explore a leaf up-close; giving it a shine of morning sun, the leaf just displays what is the glory of beauty." The jungle screams what a monkey screams.

Mushrooms show off in the sound of silence, monkeys the opposite way. My camera has all these been translated. 

This mighty camera will be able to understand the gigantic black hole one day. And the hole will shine.

Happiness Acquisition Syndrome

Looking at the old photographs, I know I have many happy days which are not less than the number of mushrooms in my many posts.

These mushrooms are beautiful and that reflects my emotion so right. A camera is always too heavy to get lifted in the hand of a sorry man.

And there are no signs of any struggles before, during and after I have clicked repeatedly nowadays. 

I wonder this is a sign of Happiness Acquisition Syndrome.

Glasses of Mushrooms

Any species of mushrooms are never annoying when staying in groups. They do not complain, get rowdy or be rude like us.

I always never avoid but would squad beside them, spending minutes trying to visualise them.

We all have our differences, but deep down, I learn to know, we are the same. Our life is a gift of beautiful surprises.

And they surprise me this time when I find mushrooms of both pictures are actually different, though they are equally good to serve wine.

Good Morning

Last Saturday was my off day. I woke up at three o'clock in the morning, and it was four, then five.

I cleaned myself up at six thirty. 

Cerok Tokun, good morning.

Mushrooms, are your biological clocks as worn-out as mine and do not "tick-tock" accordingly anymore? Did you sleep well last night? 

Do you always look forward to off days? 

Surprises take place just beside us, but they are usually overlooked.

Mushrooms, sun never gets old to rise, but I wonder whether you are able to translate a horsefly into a silhouette in direct sunlight.

Blogging friends, Mushrooms and Me

It has been hot and dry in the last two months; all smart mushrooms except those that are pent up in my archive have chosen to migrate to some unknown places.

Finding no friends to talk to, my camera has been unhealthily mum and stupid. A camera learns through talking, not listening. 

Mushrooms in the archive and my blogging friends are alike. They are forever young.

The cheerful words and broad grins of friends do not grow old in my long memory lanes.

Moreover the same profile photo through all the years always reminds me about this. 

No worry. Me too.

A Mushroom's Bird's-eye View

"Why are you perching on a high branch?"

"Naughty wind sent me here."

"You have nearly been neglected."

"That's why these vibrant orange fruits persuaded me to cling close to them."

"How do you feel up there?"

"I enjoy the bird's-eye view.

You photograph my cousins; I count your sparse white hairs. They are as many as the pictures you have taken."