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Mushroom and Leaves Leave a comment
Mushroom and Leaves — Image by kenne
“In our finest hours…the soul of the country manifests itself in an
inclination to open our arms rather than to clench our fists; to look
out rather than to turn inward; to accept rather than to reject. In so
doing, America has grown ever stronger, confident that the choice of
light over dark is the means by which we pursue progress.”
inclination to open our arms rather than to clench our fists; to look
out rather than to turn inward; to accept rather than to reject. In so
doing, America has grown ever stronger, confident that the choice of
light over dark is the means by which we pursue progress.”
― The Soul of America: The Battle for Our Better Angels
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Desert Mushroom (Podaxis pistillaris) 2 comments
Desert Mushroom (Podaxis pistillaris) — Image by kenne
This is probably the most common mushroom in the Sonoran Desert. It is found in desert environments worldwide. The fruiting body appears above the ground upon a woody stem within a few days after a soaking rain usually during the cooler seasons. It is fibrous and woody and the cap remains closed down around the gills and spores, presumably to protect them from extreme dry periods. (arizonensis.org)
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Mt. Lemmon Mushroom 1 comment
Mt. Lemmon Mushroom — Photo-Artistry by kenne
Poetry is one of the ancient arts,
and it began as did all the fine arts,
within the original wilderness of the earth.
— Mary Oliver
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Mushroom Hunting On Mt. Lemmon 2 comments
Mt. Lemmon Mushroom — Photo-Artistry by kenne
Mushroom hunting, common around the globe, is now in peak season on Mt. Lemmon.
— kenne
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Mushroom Photo-Artistry Leave a comment
Mushroom Photo-Artistry by kenne
Perhaps nothing about a person is more potent,
and also more arbitrary, than the person’s name.
— Susan Sontag
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Mushroom Blood Leave a comment
Grunge Art by kenne
Brother, you are gone,
that which was earth
gone back to earth,
that which was human
scattered like rain
into the darkened
wild eyes of herbs.
— from Llanto by Philip Levine
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“Big Red” Image by kenne
A mushroom
alone
burrows out
of the ground
pine nettles
hang from its
head
entering a new
world
out of darkness
into the
light of day.
— kenne
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Mushroom Blossom 2 comments
Mushroom Blossom, Mt Lemmon, AZ — Image by kenne
A mushroom blossom
Doesn’t attract butterflies,
But pleasing beetle.
A pleasing beetle
Is not a lady beetle,
Black on blue not red.
— kenne
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Mushrooms As A Metaphor Leave a comment
Kickback Rock Mushroom — Computer Art by kenne
Mushrooms as a Metaphor
“. . . there are several types of mushrooms: some are edible while others are poisonous. Hence the mushroom represents the uncertainty in today’s world where one is unsure of one’s step, having to be cautious because what lies ahead could be either beneficial or unsafe.”
— Sunday Times, November 12, 2006
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Mt. Lemmon Mushroom Grunge Art 1 comment
Mt. Lemmon Mushroom Grunge Art by kenne
“One doesn’t stop seeing.
One doesn’t stop framing.
It doesn’t turn off and turn on.
It’s on all the time.”
— Annie Leibovitz
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Golden Toadstool 1 comment
Golden Toadstool — Image by kenne
The golden toadstool
a throne for the prince of toads
upon which he waits.
— kenne
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Finding Room On The Ground 1 comment
“Finding Room On The Ground” — Image by kenne
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Mushroom In Santa Catalina Mountains Forest Leave a comment
Morning Mushroom On Mt. Lemmon (September 1, 2014) — Image by kenne
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A Mushroom Grows In The Forest 5 comments
“A Mushroom Grows In The Forest” — Image by kenne
The Elf and the Dormouse
UNDER a toadstool crept a wee Elf,
Out of the rain to shelter himself.
Under the toadstool, sound asleep,
Sat a big Dormouse all in a heap.
Trembled the wee Elf, frightened and yet
Fearing to fly away lest he get wet.
To the next shelter—maybe a mile!
Sudden the wee Elf smiled a wee smile.
Tugged till the toadstool toppled in two.
Holding it over him, gaily he flew.
Soon he was safe home, dry as could be.
Soon woke the Dormouse—”Good gracious me!
“Where is my toadstool?” loud he lamented.
—And that’s how umbrellas first were invented.
— Oliver Herford
If only one could tell true love from false love as one can tell mushrooms from toadstools.
— Katherine Mansfield
