|The far side of the river; a dense wall of boundary plants, ferns, salmonberries, and thimbleberries, and beyond them, old evergreens, standing and fallen, moss-covered.|
It's prime mushroom country, even in midsummer.
|Polypore with a thick, whitish lip. On the side of a mossy log.|
|More shelf fungi on the end of a log. Conifer-base polypore and resinous polypore?|
|A white, oozy shelf fungus on well-rotted wood.|
|This tiny one was inside a stump. I couldn't get in to see the underside. Note the grey springtail on the edge, and in the centre of the dried evergreen needle, an even smaller globular springtail.|
|Lichen or mushroom? On a small twig I brought out into the light, resting on the grey picnic table. The mushroom is about 3/8 of an inch tall.|
|Looking down into the cup. One side has been knocked out.|
|Yellow slime mold, scrambled egg slime. On well-rotted log.|
These are awkward critters to photograph. They grow in dark places; even though it was 11 AM when I took these photos, it was still twilight under the trees. And they don't respond well to flash; the colours change, even fluoresce. So it's handheld, wobbling on precarious, slippery ground, in the dark. And even so, my camera does better than my eyes. It manages to see texture; I didn't.
|Scrambled egg, up close.|
These were all taken at the same place as yesterday's lot:
|GPS coordinates: 49.91553, -126.62502|