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With reverence I knelt, then laid my body down against the damp, moist earth.
They seemed shy, huddled against an ancient rock, sprouting from summer’s detritus. How shy could they possibly be being a shade of saffron orange? Even nature has its conundrums.
With a respectful nod, I asked the mushrooms if they would like a family portrait. With giddy excitement the matriarch said, “I’ve been waiting for you to ask, Yes please, we would love a portrait.” As she gathered her children at her feet, there she proudly stood, with her husband behind her, supporting her as he’s always done in the past.
I looked up from my viewfinder and said to her, “What an elegant family you have.”
With that, they all turned a more radiant orange.
Ah, the blush of acknowledgment.
Live in color,
Abby
They seemed shy, huddled against an ancient rock, sprouting from summer’s detritus. How shy could they possibly be being a shade of saffron orange? Even nature has its conundrums.
With a respectful nod, I asked the mushrooms if they would like a family portrait. With giddy excitement the matriarch said, “I’ve been waiting for you to ask, Yes please, we would love a portrait.” As she gathered her children at her feet, there she proudly stood, with her husband behind her, supporting her as he’s always done in the past.
I looked up from my viewfinder and said to her, “What an elegant family you have.”
With that, they all turned a more radiant orange.
Ah, the blush of acknowledgment.
Live in color,
Abby
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