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Only a few weeks after the 2006 fires..the scrub was recovering..starting with the little things first...
As I was leaving the river bottom, I stopped to get pictures of these toadstools. I was lying on the ground focusing when I heard Dad, who was up on the bridge, yell, "What the HELL are you doing?"
"Taking pictures of toadstools."
"What?"
"I'm taking pictures of toadstools."
"What the HELL for?"
"Because, Dad," I said, yanking his chain just a little, "it's art."
"Art?"
"Yeah, Dad, art."
"Art my ass."
"Dad, you know as well as me -- your ass is definitely not art."
What can I say. Mine isn't either.