I spent Easter Sunday walking through a beautiful pine forest, observing great flocks of black cockatoos and giant mushrooms. It was divine. I simply just couldn't get enough of the families of small mushrooms hiding in the shade of these majestic trees. I had the urge to photograph them all, with their own little details and charm. I love imagining their stories and wonder to what extent they think and feel. Ever since I was a little child I loved making up tales about forest creatures and animate mosses and rocks. I guess some things just never change. How was your Easter?