A few weeks ago I posted a few images of mushrooms growing in our neighbor hood. Back then my next door neighbors had a single mushroom that was grown-man-palm sized. As I was taking a leisurely stroll across my front lawn I found two more mushrooms on my neighbors side. I am not a mushroom man. I don’t pick them and I certainly wouldn’t eat any mushrooms I have picked myself.
Anyway. So I took to images of these wonder mushrooms in the front yard of my Iowa transplant neighbors and then pondered what to do with that mushroom image. Because let’s face it mushrooms are in general nothing to write home about and I am writing on my second post about mushrooms. So clearly, either I m al out of ideas for this blog or the image is so special, that you in your anticipation have kept reading even to here.
Without further ado here they are – you ready?
I love the stark contract of this black and white interpretation of my mushroom still life. There is simplicity in the abstraction of what used to be mushrooms in a sea of grass blades. The color is gone the viewer is left with few shades of grey between the two opposing ends of the spectrum and a sense of texture on the mushroom hood. Simplicity. This shall conclude our philosophizing about the front yard mushrooms (good bandname: Front Yard Mushrooms)
The size of these two mushrooms are ore than five inches in diameter for each – pretty big where I come from. As I am looking at them, I was asking myself something that I will ask you now: Where do mushrooms come from? How do they reproduce? Anybody?
Alright, this is it for this morning.
Yours Markus \m/