Friday, September 20, 2013

fungi.






Out of damp and gloomy days, out of solitude, out of loveless words directed at us, conclusions grow up in us like fungus: one morning they are there, we know not how, and they gaze upon us, morose and gray. Woe to the thinker who is not the gardener but only the soil of the plants that grow in him.

—Friedrich Nietzsche


11 comments:

S. Etole said...

So very true. Weeding is a constant.

beth said...

i love that you, that we, love fungi !!!

susie @ persimmon moon cottage said...

I liked your interesting fungi photo, with pine needles and fern. It looks like some small creature took a few nibbles out of top.

Rick said...

Poignant words, nicely illustrated.

Lovely discovery yesterday (even if it was over a week ago).

Laura said...

beautiful compositions Les! Nature has a way of arranging things just so.

Laura said...

beautiful compositions Les! Nature has a way of arranging things just so.

Elizabeth said...

I've missed you and am happy when I come hear and see the beauty of your photos and the perfectly chosen quotes. I hope you are well.

Jennifer Richardson said...

Wow....that is a profound statement
and your photos give it such punch!
That is actually a gorgeous mushroom
but totally get the heebie jeebies
at the idea of something like
that growing in my garden.
Beautiful point made...thank you!
-Jennifer

Tracy said...

Oh, yes, quite true... And I love fungi! We're seeing more now with the season change. :o) Happy Weekend, Leslie! And many, MANY heartfelt thanks for your uplifting comment at my place. ((LOVE & HUGS))

♥ w o o l f ♥ said...

i seem to have been nietzsching, without realising it. i hold him dear to my heart now. and you.
n♥

Laura Delegal - Leroy Photography said...

Very nice. Just love the simplicity and texture of mushrooms.