Mushrooms and Moss on Mt. Lemmon — Image by kenne
Moss holds the slope together.
Mushrooms rise, then vanish.
Water remembers both.
— kenne
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Mushrooms and Moss 5 comments
Mushroom Art 2 comments
Mushroom Art — Image by kenne
On dead wood
color breaks open:
spores, brushstrokes, breath.
The forest practices
its oldest craft—reuse.
— kenne
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Mushroom Coming Out Of The Dark — Image by kenne
Coming out at night
Out of thought and nothingness
Darkness, death, decay.
— kenne
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Coprin de Romagnesi Mushrooms 2 comments
Coprin de Romagnesi Mushrooms Image by kenne
The Mushroom is the Elf of Plants
The Mushroom is the Elf of Plants –
At Evening, it is not
At Morning, in a Truffled Hut
It stop opon a Spot
As if it tarried always
And yet it’s whole Career
Is shorter than a Snake’s Delay –
And fleeter than a Tare –
’Tis Vegetation’s Juggler –
The Germ of Alibi –
Doth like a Bubble antedate
And like a Bubble, hie –
I feel as if the Grass was pleased
To have it intermit –
This surreptitious Scion
Of Summer’s circumspect.
Had Nature any supple Face
Or could she one contemn –
Had Nature an Apostate –
That Mushroom – it is Him!
— Emily Dickinson
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Mushrooms On A Log 3 comments
Mushrooms On A Log — HDR Image by kenne
The Mushroom is the Elf of Plants – (1350)
The Mushroom is the Elf of Plants –
At Evening, it is not
At Morning, in a Truffled Hut
It stop opon a Spot
As if it tarried always
And yet it’s whole Career
Is shorter than a Snake’s Delay –
And fleeter than a Tare –
’Tis Vegetation’s Juggler –
The Germ of Alibi –
Doth like a Bubble antedate
And like a Bubble, hie –
I feel as if the Grass was pleased
To have it intermit –
This surreptitious Scion
Of Summer’s circumspect.
Had Nature any supple Face
Or could she one contemn –
Had Nature an Apostate –
That Mushroom – it is Him!
— Emily Dickinson
(For you purest, with respect to Emily Dickinson, we know mushrooms are not plants, but rather they are fungi.)
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Late Season Mushrooms on Mt. Lemmon –IHDR mage by kenne
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The Fungal Mind Leave a comment
Mushroom On a Log — Mt. Lemmon Image by kenne
In recent years, many remarkable experiments have shown that fungi operate as individuals, engage in decision-making,
are capable of learning, and possess short-term memory. These findings highlight the spectacular sensitivity of such ‘simple’
organisms and situate the human version of the mind within a spectrum of consciousness that might well span the entire natural world.
Source: The Fungal Mind: On the Evidence for Mushroom Intelligence by Sally Davies
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Mushrooms on Mt. Lemmon — Photo-Artistry by kenne
The truth knocks on the door,
and you say,
Go away, I’m looking for the truth,
and so it goes away.
Puzzling.
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Mt. Lemmon Mushrooms Leave a comment
Mt. Lemmon Mushrooms — HDR Image by kenne
out of the darkness
into the forest shadows
a new life in light
— kenne
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Keep Pushing Against All Odds Leave a comment
Image by kenne
Keep Pushing Against All Odds.
— kenne
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Sonoran Desert Mushrooms 4 comments
Montagnea mushrooms grow in the Sonoran Desert and can frequently be seen in open spaces in Tucson.
— kenne
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Mountain Mushrooms 1 comment
Mushrooms on Mt. Lemmon — Photo-Artistry by kenne
Where do I begin and end in space?
I have relations to the sun and air,
which are just as vital
parts of my existence as my heart.
— Alan W. Watts
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A Mushroom Triaid 1 comment
A Mushroom Triad — Photo-Artistry kenne
Ars Poetica
A poem should be palpable and mute
As a globed fruit,
Dumb
As old medallions to the thumb,
Silent as the sleeve-worn stone
Of casement ledges where the moss has grown—
A poem should be wordless
As the flight of birds.
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A poem should be motionless in time
As the moon climbs,
Leaving, as the moon releases
Twig by twig the night-entangled trees,
Leaving, as the moon behind the winter leaves,
Memory by memory the mind—
A poem should be motionless in time
As the moon climbs.
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A poem should be equal to:
Not true.
For all the history of grief
An empty doorway and a maple leaf.
For love
The leaning grasses and two lights above the sea—
A poem should not mean
But be.
— Achibald MacLeish
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A Mushroom Garden On Mt. Lemmon — Photo-Artistry by kenne
“Falling in love is like eating mushrooms,
you never know if it’s the real thing until it’s too late.”
— Bill Balance
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Mt. Lemmon Mushrooms 2 comments
Mt. Lemmon Mushrooms — Image by kenne
Mount Lemmon Mushrooms
Appear from out of nowhere
Pushing aside leaves —
Sometimes on decaying logs
Sometimes on the sides of trees.
— kenne
