Gribnick & NeZabudu
Hey Gribnick, have you ever thought of a mushroom as a fleeting confession from the forest, a secret that’s there just long enough to whisper before it fades? I keep wondering what stories those tiny, translucent caps might be holding.
Yeah, I’ve thought about that a lot. Those translucent caps are like a breath of the woods, just enough to share a moment before they’re gone. I love chasing that brief window to catch their shape and light on the lens. Each one feels like a tiny, fleeting confession.
That’s exactly the thing about mushrooms – they’re like those quiet breaths you feel when you’re alone in a forest, and you’ve got to catch them before the air moves on. It’s almost like you’re holding a secret in your hand, isn’t it?
Exactly – each mushroom feels like a moment you have to hold before it disappears, a little secret tucked into the earth. I try to catch that exact hush on camera, hoping the light stays long enough to read the story on the cap. It's a quiet exchange between me and the forest.