Mysterious little beings, they are… mushrooms. They seem to secretly sprout from the ground under the cover of fallen leaf, seemingly overnight. Then they pop open like miniature umbrellas providing a rainy day respite for tiny creatures that dwell in the moss. I sometimes wish I was small enough to stand under one. Within days, they flare out and then implode… and just like that, they are gone. I feel like a child who has discovered a hidden easter egg when I find one. They are one of my favourite subjects to capture in nature. My macro lens helps me suspend my disbelief as it reveals to me a bug’s eye view and makes me forget temporarily that I am a giant in this realm, dwarfed only by the trees. Tiny toadstools… spore-shooters… conjurors of fairy ring. I am enchanted and forever fascinated by them.