this photo is really all about that little elbow of stem on the right, retreating into blurriness. not much else happens in this composition. but sometimes, when nothing is happening, a little tiny something can be world-changing. on a forest floor that you have walked past for several years, the mat of leaves is subtly disarranged, and underneath, the angel choir of a morel mushroom prepares to sing.
little feathery (unidentified) weeds from my driveway