These are some frozen mushrooms. I got up one morning and walked the stone labrynth after breakfast. As I walked back to the lodge, the sun glinted at me from a mudpile. These skinny little mushrooms had frozen overnight, and were sparkling and melting as I watched. They were lit up and most lovely just as the sun touched them, and thus just before they crunched under the heat of the sun and the weight of the mud they inhabited. It was really beautiful, and sudden and I'm afraid these pictures don't really do it justice. The whole time, there was the sound of them breaking and little pebbles and chunks of mud falling.
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