Pond Writing

last night was starry

which means that it got cold

20F when I awoke

the morning was frosty

sparkling and full of rainbow lights

the ponds froze over

as i admired the surface of the pond

i thought it appeared like a foreign language

script carved into the ice

a temporary story

perhaps written for the fish below

or a tale

for the world above

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Autumn and Winter begin to Mingle

appreciating the mushrooms 

 as i studied them 

clear night skies

inspire frost to grace life

sunlight is revealed as tiny sparkling orbs

when mixed with frost

colors dance before our eyes

good medicine

some trees 

naked

the sunlight chooses them to present, show off and reflect

finding new treasures

Basidioradulum radula, Toothed Crust fungus

like an artful mandala

Plicaturopsis crispa, a Crimped gilled Polyporales

this is the underside, the top looks like

it was growing on dead wood:

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Our Spell of Rain has Broken

near sunset

sunlight poured through a parting of clouds

and 

alpine glow happened on this handful of trees

in the cloak of the forest

witch's butter oozes from old wood

( Dacrymyces chrysospermus)

I found my first teeny tiny

sphere thrower fungi

(see that clear jelly ball? it gets thrown from it's cup)

above is another view of this tiny scene

(Sphaerobolus stellatus, sphere thrower)

the fungi continue to pop up 

(Suillus Grevillei, tamarack Jack)

a friend, spur of the moment, took us up in his plane

autumn looked beautiful from the sky!

Thank you Bill!

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