Fungi is one of nature’s celebrations that I have not even begun to study. While it is possible to have an idea that a mushroom is this or that, I know enough to be fairly sure I’ll be wrong most of the time … At Sun Rising at the moment, there are a good number of different kinds of fungi, at different stages of emergence and decay. There are tiny pink caps, and thick hand-sized caps, there are patches of fiery orange mushrooms and brackets on old wood and deep in the cracks in the soil.
This photo is not of the most dramatic I have come across, but with the rose petals it is a picture that moves me. I lifted the bouquet, an offering of love on a grave, the blooms wilted in the frost, and underneath the mushrooms almost blinked at me in the sudden sunshine. Just beautiful.