|The fence is built of tall, upright boards, rotting away from the top down. The clubs grow out of the grain at the top, like a row of protective spikes.|
|Bright, lipstick-red fruiting bodies at the tips.|
This was another of those times when a photo opportunity entices us into odd behaviour. The fence was too tall, and I had to stand on tiptoe on a log, clutching the rotting boards for support, holding the camera at forehead height. At any moment, I expected the home owner to come rampaging out; "What are you doing, taking photos of my house and yard?" He didn't notice, though, and I got away safely.