Looking for mushrooms, the more I look the more I see, and the number
of mushrooms I find increases exponentially each minute I am walking.For example, minutes one to fifteen, I find
twenty mushrooms of six different genus.
The next ten minutes I then find forty
mushrooms.And so on.It is hard to move after a while..Everywhere I look there is something
gorgeous, familiar, or exotic and worth studying. I see a red one or a yellow
one with bright white scales.
Then there are the thousands of pinwheels that blossomed
over night as a result of the rain.These dainty short lived creatures attach themselves to twigs with the
thinnest of filaments.I tried to
photograph them today but couldn’t get an adequate image, so must rely
on Wikipedia. Unfortunately, their image makes them look enormous when
they are the tiniest of featherweights, and disappear once the sun comes
out. The mushrooms in picture below are ten times bigger than the
real thing. And they line up in a row on a twig, very orderly.
Just as I was about to turn and head home, I looked down,
the leaf litter all brown, and saw first one, then several horn of plenty
mushrooms, a kind of chanterelle.
Went looking for mushrooms today, though find identifying them challenging. Indian pipes are not mushrooms, they just seem to belong in that family since they do not have chlorophyll, turn dark, and live off the decayed leaves in the forest.
The second mushroom has little specks on it as if it were decorated pastry. This one is living in the moss, but is covered with pine needles and rooted in a decayed leaf.
The third one looks like a very nicely made poached egg, and learned it is called an American Caesar.