All the small things
Since it’s still raining and I have some nice shots leftover from yesterday that are still within my self-imposed 24-hour posting limit, I’m going to cheat a little today. Yeah, I know, I’ve done it before, but I always feel that I have to disclose it when I do. Maybe the rain will let up, or maybe I’ll get around to creating something for this week’s photo challenge and I’ll do another post later. Or maybe I won’t.
Other times growing out in the open, protected only by the leaves of nearby plants. Although many mushrooms are white, it always amazes me how varied they are.
Of course, not all of them are white. These little pink lovelies frosted with white fuzz grow along some of the downed logs along the trail.
Other fungi grow along the logs, always there, but refreshed by the rains. Some look like oyster beds, with rows and rows of rounded nodes clinging to the logs. Others grow singly, or in small groups, showing their own stripes and patterns.
These beautiful blue bells grow in abundance along the spaces where the creek runs. Although there are many of them, with the swampy ground and swift creek, it’s hard to reach them right now. Very delicate flowers bloomed on trees along the path, bright in the dim light. The white ones look almost like a child’s drawing.