A picture is worth a thousand words – and sometimes a good laugh too!
The mushroom stood there in the depths of the forest like a washed-up card player who had seen too much, won too little, and now passed the time by lazily puffing smoke. It didn’t care about the audacity of passing snails or the gossip of the moss—it just kept puffing, as if waiting for a long-overdue secret meeting.
Then came the flash. A sudden burst of light, an exposure, and every spore scattered in panic, like a gang fleeing after a botched safe-cracking job. The photographer nodded with satisfaction: “Gotcha, old chap.”
The mushroom had no comment on the event. It simply stood there in silence—because a self-respecting mushroom does not issue press statements
At the edge of the world—more precisely, at the rim of a puddle—a tiny traveler cautiously surveyed the terrain. The universe reflected on the water’s surface, and if it had any philosophical inclinations, it might have pondered whether it was walking in reality or merely stumbling through its own reflection.
But there was no time for such thoughts. The focus had to be on the legs. All of them… well, many. One wrong move, and it would find itself in another dimension—namely, the water.
The lights shimmered, the bokeh danced, and the photographer murmured softly, “Just one more step… just one more…”—as if the tiny creature could hear. But it simply kept moving forward, because that was all it knew to do.