The mushrooms in the woods change from day to day. They turn colors, shrivel, get eaten, grow bigger, are visited by slugs and flying bugs, and pop up, seemingly out of nowhere.
Growing on the fallen maple
This rusty disk is growing in the old pile of garbage in the woods.
This one and the babies around her are growing on a decaying pine log.
I feel like I can almost imagine seeing this mushroom moving. Like a cresting wave.
There are so many apples this year they lay uneaten in the company of mushrooms.
Mushrooms like flowers. Jon’s flower photograph inspired this one.
Many of them look like corals, but that big one….looks like a hippopotamus yawning.
I can see that!