Mushroom Doors

Sometimes I look foolish.

Mushrooms grow doors, keeping in behind are dreams of the forest. Big doors have HD dreams; small mushrooms keep imageless snores. Green doors store happiness, where Snow Whites sees her happy ending.  Purple doors store adventure, where Alice finds the rabbit hole.  

Super mushrooms are exclusively for Mario, these are rewards in recognition of bumps on his head.

There are dreamless nights, because doors may have jammed.

I look foolish, that have to continue for the rest of the week. Only until going door-to-door, collecting stories from the opposite sides on Sunday, I shall feel brighter, before being foolish again.

Orange Mushroom

Rain doesn't stop, mushroom season prolongs and my blog continues to mushroom.

Naughty Nature makes a mushroom an orange plastic look. Too unreal to be real, I removed then put back my glasses because it is really real.

While standing back, this mushroom is causing a slight hoo-ha.

If it has, its ego could inflate like a balloon, so big it would fly, and fly, somehow fails by the Earth; so big a surprise flash from a camera would cause violent turbulence, the mushroom bursts.

Luckily it has not.

So I have some pictures for my ego. My blog mushrooms.

Click Photography

I shoot very close-up view of mushrooms today. The magnification fills the frame on my retina, so powerful it runs my adrenaline high, so big it superimposes negativity from the hangover of a yesternight TV program, in which mushrooms are unluckily related to war as mushroom clouds.

The original mushroom is peaceful, explosively beautiful and bombastically entertaining, yet usually unknown and unloved, but this it prefers. Stay low.

A click of shutter button required a second, a push of button to release a missile required the same, but endings are extremely different.

Things get easy if everyone clicks only photography.

A Bug

An unseen swallowed fly is a blessed misfortune. A fly found exercising the backstroke in the half-full bowl of soup is disgusting.

A kingdom of white mushrooms discovered is a present. A bug appears in the right place at the right time is an unexpected bonus. 

A red rose in a candle light dinner is love and romance; it is a denial if “Roses are not red”.

A bug is only a bug until there is a correlation. It is then the salt that was added to the chicken soup. If in red, its magic powers exceed David Copperfield's. 

Brazil cries, mushroom laughs

Life is too short for a brown mushroom to get worried about nothing, but it camouflages against a brown termite nest. It never escapes from my eagle eyes; taking pride in this, my mouth curves-up again.

While shooting in various positions in hope of attracting admiration on the Internet, for that good feeling I love very much, the mushroom stands out unexpectedly. My story is exposed as poorly made-up, though not as catastrophic as how Brazil set a record when losing to Germany 1-7 in World Cup 2014.

Life is never too short for stories.

Brazil cries, a mushrooms laughs.