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Deer Isle, ME | 2015

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On a sunny day following several days of rain, I was walking in a place I had never been. I looked down on the forest floor and saw a cluster of little mushrooms sprouting out from beneath a rotting log. Their forms had collected the rain and the fungi were now transformed into cups, offering a sip of water to the smallest passerby while simultaneously reflecting the magnitude of the trees and leaves above them.