It's easy to see why Sylvia Plath compared gentle and shy people to mushrooms. They arrive quietly without announcement, are hardly noticed and they do not stay very long. I was sufficiently excited by the presence of this elegant fungi to take a photograph of it. I suspect my fascination with mushrooms and certain insects lies in their brief existence. They stubbornly arrive and live in defiance of their imminent demise; much like most humans. In a world where success seems to be measured by how many people notice our achievements, there is a refreshing reminder here that the value of life is not in the degree of attention we receive but rather in the quality of our presence. It's about being not being seen.