Tony and I spend a perhaps inordinate amount of time in the woods in the spring. Largely this is because we are completely and unapologetically addicted to hunting mushrooms. You know the thrill of finding Waldo? Or a well-hidden Easter egg? Multiply that by precisely 1.61803398874 (just for you, Casey) – and then add some, because that number isn’t really big at all – and you begin to get it.
Sometimes you learn that things you thought were wildflowers only a couple days ago, are not actually flowers at all.
Occasionally your eye will fall upon a tidbit that your brain insists must be a flower, but is not.
The scarlet cups are a particular favorite of mine, on account of how early you can spot them. They are among the first signs of life after a long, white-washed winter.
Other, more mundane fungus also delights. Though I would never eat an LBM (little brown mushroom), I do find them to be super-cute.
And of course, there are the times when you are surprised by the very morels you are ostensibly seeking in the first place. For instance, today I was trying to photograph this super-dark black morel.
But my camera insisted on focusing here instead.
And if you look closely, you will see that my camera tracked down this lovely specimen for me. I honestly had to look at the screen multiple times and then adjust my position to see it not on the screen. How cool is that??