What a strange sort of loveliness a mushroom is. They come in all colors and forms from the revolting to the transcendent. Some of the most lovely are as deadly as can be imagined. They have their own set of mysteries... I might be tramping for the woods for quite a while and not finding a one. Finally I'll come across one and it is worth setting up the camera. I'll go through the whole routine and get the shot. When I am done and look up I discover that I am surrounded by dozens and dozens of mushrooms in three or four different varieties that appeared as if by magic. It seems that once they realized I was there taking pictures they all jumped up and started shouting "Me, Me, I'm over here, take my picture too!"
Well everytime I go out I am sure that I am disappointing someone by not taking their picture. But a body can only do so much and there is always the next day.
