Stories, like people and butterflies and songbirds’ eggs and human hearts and dreams, are also fragile things, made up of nothing stronger or more lasting than twenty-six letters and a handful of punctuation marks. Or they are words on the air, composed of sounds and ideas-abstract, invisible, gone once they’ve been spoken-and what could be more frail than that? But some stories, small, simple ones about setting out on adventures or people doing wonders, tales of miracles and monsters, have outlasted all the people who told them, and some of them have outlasted the lands in which they were created.
― Neil Gaiman, Fragile Things: Short Fictions and Wonders
Below is the original photo used to create this image. It turns out my front yard is the perfect breeding ground for mushrooms… No special lighting or retouching, just a snap from my smart phone.