|Pale tan/white. These ones all looked wet, even in dry weeds.|
|Caramel cream, slightly domed. A slug couldn't resist taking a nibble.|
|These flat, brown ones tend to split at the edges, and look like flowers in the moss.|
|Another three. One still whole, one "flowering", one totally deliquesced.|
|Looks like foamed milk on coffee.|
|A solid-looking specimen, growing in the shade of a cedar.|
|Tiny cones, in the duff under pines. Can you find the springtail here?|
|And one of the large, flat ones, upended.|
Passers-by, seeing me looking at mushrooms, often stop to warn me; "You know some of these are poisonous, don't you?" "How do you know which ones are safe to eat?"
As if I were looking for a meal; the only proper reason to look for mushrooms. No. I look at mushrooms because they're beautiful. And amazing; such strength in such fragility!