This little mushroom cap was laying out on the dry, hot, cracked earth. It was soaking up all the heat the sun could throw at it. Slowly decaying but refusing to succumb to the same dismal existence that had befallen its surroundings just yet. I was immediately moved to document its resilience to the elements that were attempting to break it. Trampled and beaten, battered and bruised this mushroom cap mocked its transgressor in a style fitting a cavalier battle worn General. Its long shadow was signifying another day passing on its determined body as it lay in appreciation of another hour in its waning moments.