A few meters off the path through the forest is an old rotting tree stump, almost retaken by the forest floor. On one of the broken sides of the stump, peeking through pieces of bark, moss, and old leaves, sits this little mushroom. Towering a modest 5 centimeters from the ground it minds its own, living an unseen existence until this human comes along with his camera.
I love this photograph. Everything about it. Of all the ones I've made, right now, in this moment, this is my favourite.