![James Hill > 20100309-5257
Two generations await depart from one American Beech.
depart [dɪˈpɑːt]
vb (mainly intr)
1. to go away; leave - as in, dropping an old leaf
2. to start out; set forth - as in, unfurling a new leaf
Forced, I know, but so is/was my point of view.
At least I didn't go with, 'Spring forth and leaf behind' or 'New beginnings take point and leave faded remnants in the wind' or anything with, 'our nearly departed' in it. ;-)](http://www.jmhphoto.com/Photography/Daily-Photos/20100309-20100309-5257/806738800_kghoa-Ti.jpg "James Hill > 20100309-5257
Two generations await depart from one American Beech.
depart [dɪˈpɑːt]
vb (mainly intr)
1. to go away; leave - as in, dropping an old leaf
2. to start out; set forth - as in, unfurling a new leaf
Forced, I know, but so is/was my point of view.
At least I didn't go with, 'Spring forth and leaf behind' or 'New beginnings take point and leave faded remnants in the wind' or anything with, 'our nearly departed' in it. ;-)")
![James Hill > 20100301-5072
Decaying portrait of a fungus among us.
(It reminded me of a silly goose with a swollen head)
(you have to look closely)
(and hold your nose)
(and squint)
( :D )
[channeling Andy Rooney]
I like mushrooms. But I don't always get around to eating them before they go bad. The package always says 'Fresh Mushrooms', but I think that's deceiving. Once a mushroom's been picked, packed, shipped, stacked, shelved, and eventually sold, I'd hardy call the fungus fresh anymore. The world is full of deceptive words like that.
Here are some fun similarities between deceit and a mushroom: Both can be quite palatable when prepared judiciously and used in modest proportions. The more organic either are, the easier they are to enjoy and digest. (with less bitter aftertaste) They both can appear out of thin air and then grow rapidly on a pile of damp manure left alone in the dark. (No surprise there.) And both, when left unchecked too long, can leave a lingering stench; easy to track down, but quite capable of ruining one's day.
I was inspired to bring light and camera to this decaying fungal matter yesterday, after reading an unsolicited pile of manure emailed to me by a vain dear admirer; one with much to say but apparently no horse sense. The brief went on for ages without really telling me much truth on the meat of the matter. (Yet more deceptive appearances.) Instead, I think the author was intentionally deceiving me with misinformation. The email basically wasted my time. Time I could have spent eating mushrooms before they go bad. So thanks, my pseudonymous friend. Now I have a decaying bitter morsel of a mushroom to go with that steaming pile of decomposing fungus fodder you graciously sent me. I'll gladly add both to my compost heap out back.
Now, if you'll kindly turn off the email and return to ignoring me, that would be just great. :-)
[A.R.- OFF]
Be sure to tune in next week, to see what Andy photographs and fusses about next.](http://www.jmhphoto.com/Photography/Daily-Photos/20100301-5072/800039434_ykgNY-Ti-1.jpg "James Hill > 20100301-5072
Decaying portrait of a fungus among us.
(It reminded me of a silly goose with a swollen head)
(you have to look closely)
(and hold your nose)
(and squint)
( :D )
[channeling Andy Rooney]
I like mushrooms. But I don't always get around to eating them before they go bad. The package always says 'Fresh Mushrooms', but I think that's deceiving. Once a mushroom's been picked, packed, shipped, stacked, shelved, and eventually sold, I'd hardy call the fungus fresh anymore. The world is full of deceptive words like that.
Here are some fun similarities between deceit and a mushroom: Both can be quite palatable when prepared judiciously and used in modest proportions. The more organic either are, the easier they are to enjoy and digest. (with less bitter aftertaste) They both can appear out of thin air and then grow rapidly on a pile of damp manure left alone in the dark. (No surprise there.) And both, when left unchecked too long, can leave a lingering stench; easy to track down, but quite capable of ruining one's day.
I was inspired to bring light and camera to this decaying fungal matter yesterday, after reading an unsolicited pile of manure emailed to me by a vain dear admirer; one with much to say but apparently no horse sense. The brief went on for ages without really telling me much truth on the meat of the matter. (Yet more deceptive appearances.) Instead, I think the author was intentionally deceiving me with misinformation. The email basically wasted my time. Time I could have spent eating mushrooms before they go bad. So thanks, my pseudonymous friend. Now I have a decaying bitter morsel of a mushroom to go with that steaming pile of decomposing fungus fodder you graciously sent me. I'll gladly add both to my compost heap out back.
Now, if you'll kindly turn off the email and return to ignoring me, that would be just great. :-)
[A.R.- OFF]
Be sure to tune in next week, to see what Andy photographs and fusses about next.")
20100319-5341
You know what they say, "you can pick your friends, and you can pick your nose, just don't try picking your deer friend's nose." Or something like that. This little girl found something so intriguing about this little twig that she inserted it into her nostril, not once, but several times. Maybe she had an itch, who knows? It has to be frustrating sometimes, having no fingers.
You know what they say, "you can pick your friends, and you can pick your nose, just don't try picking your deer friend's nose." Or something like that. This little girl found something so intriguing about this little twig that she inserted it into her nostril, not once, but several times. Maybe she had an itch, who knows? It has to be frustrating sometimes, having no fingers.
20100319-5341
You know what they say, "you can pick your friends, and you can pick your nose, just don't try picking your deer friend's nose." Or something like that. This little girl found something so intriguing about this little twig that she inserted it into her nostril, not once, but several times. Maybe she had an itch, who knows? It has to be frustrating sometimes, having no fingers.
You know what they say, "you can pick your friends, and you can pick your nose, just don't try picking your deer friend's nose." Or something like that. This little girl found something so intriguing about this little twig that she inserted it into her nostril, not once, but several times. Maybe she had an itch, who knows? It has to be frustrating sometimes, having no fingers.
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