When night rests dark amongst the trees and air falls wet upon the ground, the wild things grow.
Woodland denizens they are, and haters of the light.
They wither in places where sunshine reaches through verdant cover.
Nothing more than creatures of the dark and damp places where we scarcely go.
Finding them is simple if you brave the travel to where wild things grow.
[all photos of brick caps (Hypholoma sublateritium)]
What lovely mushroom photos. I grew up in a family of mushroom hunters in Western Washington. This brings back many fond memories of rainy days gathering chanterelles and stumbling on other beauties like these too.
Thanks for visiting and commenting, Liz! And I’m glad you liked the photos. One thing I appreciate about seeing what others see is how it often drags me back to my own memories. Hearing about your experiences hunting mushrooms on rainy days reminds me of how marvelous that vicarious living can be…
Beautiful shroom shots, but where’s the Cheshire cat??
No Cheshire Cat here, Anna. This is coyote territory.
Great photos as always, and a bit of a departure from the other series. I really like the mushrooms. They’re always little surprises popping out from trees or along the sides of paths.
I also have a long-time fascination with mushrooms and mushroom-shaped things.