The Hills Are Alive…
…with the spores of mushrooms.
I’ll be heading out after sun-up (the local sun-up when it peaks over our ridge about 9 am) for Fungus Glamor Shots. And maybe some foraging for edibles.
Some of the amanitas that arise from ornate beginnings like the one you see here will go on to grow almost a foot tall and about that wide across the caps.
There are hundreds of chanterelles, but the bright orange-red ones, which while edible, are apparently nothing to write home about, more to be added to an egg dish for the color than the taste. They are showy, though, speckling the drab slope with an uncommonly brilliant accent of red.