Shiari
Blutterer
Yesterday I dragged my severely out of shape self on a 6 to 7 mile up-and-down hike through Big Basin, a local state park famous for its incredible redwood trees. It's been an unusually cold spring here, so not as many flowers were in bloom as I would have liked.
But it had recently rained, and the fungi were out in force. And they were beautiful.
There will be many many many pictures. You have been warned.
My fungal friends came in a wide variety of colors, shapes, and textures. Amidst the dark greens, browns and blacks of the forest floor, this thing shone like a beacon.
Some of the fungi were almost friendly looking, like this shelf fungus that looked inviting enough to pet. Interesting note: This was only growing on fallen oak branches, never on redwoods.
Some of them made me hungry. I can't help it; every time I look at this thing it reminds me of toasted marshmallows. It is the *exact* color of a perfectly toasted 'mallow (if you don't like them on fire, like I do).
But it had recently rained, and the fungi were out in force. And they were beautiful.
There will be many many many pictures. You have been warned.
My fungal friends came in a wide variety of colors, shapes, and textures. Amidst the dark greens, browns and blacks of the forest floor, this thing shone like a beacon.
Some of the fungi were almost friendly looking, like this shelf fungus that looked inviting enough to pet. Interesting note: This was only growing on fallen oak branches, never on redwoods.
Some of them made me hungry. I can't help it; every time I look at this thing it reminds me of toasted marshmallows. It is the *exact* color of a perfectly toasted 'mallow (if you don't like them on fire, like I do).