these mushrooms formed a little wandering path through some dense thicket, in the shade of a grove of parasol pines. i don’t normally respond to gnomes and fairies and sprites and dryads, but i squatted down to look under the brush at this little line of stepping stones, and i have to say i wanted to imagine some tiny creature bounding along the forest floor from one mushroom to the next. the feeling will pass.

dried funnel mushrooms

autignac, france