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Mushrooms<\/p>\n
Overnight, very<\/em> Our toes, our noses<\/em> Nobody sees us,<\/em> Soft fists insist on<\/em> Even the paving.<\/em> Perfectly voiceless,<\/em> Diet on water,<\/em> Little or nothing.<\/em> We are shelves, we are<\/em> Nudgers and shovers<\/em> We shall by morning<\/em> -Sylvia Plath<\/p>\n One of the challenges of a project like this is finding something new and different to photograph. I found these mushrooms growing out of a stump yesterday on my photo walk. I was going to go out this afternoon until I realized it was too windy to get anything to hold still. So, I fell back on yesterday’s abundance. It is getting to be a real dance with the weather. I may have to grab a bouquet at the market tomorrow so I have something to shoot in the studio…though I suppose I could find something around here if I set my mind to it.\u00a0 Hmmm….<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Mushrooms Overnight, very Whitely, discreetly, Very quietly Our toes, our noses Take hold on the loam, Acquire the air. Nobody sees us, Stops us, betrays us; The small grains make room. Soft fists insist on Heaving the needles, The leafy bedding, Even the paving. Our hammers, our rams, Earless and eyeless, Perfectly voiceless, Widen the … Continue reading Day 61 – Mushrooms<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"ngg_post_thumbnail":0,"footnotes":""},"categories":[29,8,16,6],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-1059","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-autumn","category-flora","category-macrocloseup","category-nature"],"post_mailing_queue_ids":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/jeannehoadley.com\/Photo15\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1059","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/jeannehoadley.com\/Photo15\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/jeannehoadley.com\/Photo15\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/jeannehoadley.com\/Photo15\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/jeannehoadley.com\/Photo15\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=1059"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/jeannehoadley.com\/Photo15\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1059\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":1061,"href":"https:\/\/jeannehoadley.com\/Photo15\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1059\/revisions\/1061"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/jeannehoadley.com\/Photo15\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=1059"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/jeannehoadley.com\/Photo15\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=1059"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/jeannehoadley.com\/Photo15\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=1059"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\nWhitely, discreetly,<\/em>
\nVery quietly<\/em><\/p>\n
\nTake hold on the loam,<\/em>
\nAcquire the air.<\/em><\/p>\n
\nStops us, betrays us;<\/em>
\nThe small grains make room.<\/em><\/p>\n
\nHeaving the needles,<\/em>
\nThe leafy bedding,<\/em><\/p>\n
\nOur hammers, our rams,<\/em>
\nEarless and eyeless,<\/em><\/p>\n
\nWiden the crannies,<\/em>
\nShoulder through holes. We<\/em><\/p>\n
\nOn crumbs of shadow,<\/em>
\nBland-mannered, asking<\/em><\/p>\n
\nSo many of us!<\/em>
\nSo many of us!<\/em><\/p>\n
\nTables, we are meek,<\/em>
\nWe are edible,<\/em><\/p>\n
\nIn spite of ourselves.<\/em>
\nOur kind multiplies:<\/em><\/p>\n
\nInherit the earth.<\/em>
\nOur foot’s in the door.<\/em><\/p>\n