I took this picture when I was in Seattle’s underground. The purple squares are the little glass bricks that everyone at street level is walking on. And underneath? Ferns! That little bit of light is enough for them to take root and grow. It is strange to think they know nothing of the enormity of things on the other side of the glass.
Just imagine what one of those ferns would think if liberated to the Olympic Peninsula? Would it be thrilled to be surrounded by Jurassic plants and trees or would it miss the underground where it never gets frostbitten or nibbled on by deer? I sometimes see this picture and I think “poor ferns!” and other times I think that they’ve got a pretty sweet thing going.