Someone suggested to me that my photos always look like I’ve just wrapped up a good cry.

I haven’t.

I’m okay.

I’ve been busy.

I’ve been growing things.

Mushrooms.

I’ve been growing mushrooms.

It’s been so fucking damp lately. Rain almost every day. Heat. Rain. Humidity. Moisture. Wet. It’s mushroom weather. You go to sleep and it’s raining and you can hear car wheels on wet pavement and breezes in wet leaves outside the window.

You go to sleep with feelings and wake up with feelings and walk outside and in the still wet grass there are clumps of tiny mushroom caps and you come back later and there are giant, spacy, damp, brown mushrooms.

Toadstools?

Fungi?

Spores.

I’ve been busy contemplating how things grow even and especially when you aren’t tending to them. There is a small, damp cluster here and you come around again and there is another damp cluster over there.

I read that mushrooms are spores and I’ve given it some thought while I walk around in damp shoes and socks and I’m often wet around my collar too.

I haven’t been crying though and don’t remember when I last did. Maybe I should cry, or at least try to remember.

I’ve just been too busy watching things grow.