Roadside lunacy

So I'm kilometres away from nowhere, straddling a shrubby ditch, or standing with my nose to a rock face, and a car comes around the curve of the highway. I hold my camera up, clearly visible: "No, I'm fine, my car's ok, I'm not lost, I'm perfectly sane* ..." And the car goes on by. Sometimes people smile and wave.

This time, I was lying on my stomach in a patch of almost-dry moss, when the cars went by. I tried not to look as if I'd collapsed there. At least, I was holding the camera to my eye. No-one stopped.

One lone mushroom.

Evergreen seedlings. Pine, I think. The moss is a Rock moss, probably Racomitrium canescens.

*Debatable.