A warning before you proceed - this is a gratuitous Thanksgiving post. If you are not interested in photos of trees, fungus, and perhaps the biggest hornets nest ever go no further. This post is about the place that fills me up. I can't really describe it, but when I feel wrung out and kind of empty going home fixes it.
My mother makes these little forest altars. She has them scattered all over the place.
The peak of the fall colours was over but it was still pretty glorious.
He's hard to pick out, but my little nephew is in here somewhere.
The world at mushroom level.
I used to hang out on this rock a lot as a kid. I thought for sure magical things happened right here. If only I could see them.
Grandmother Birch.
On the way to the pond I saw lots of different fungi and mushrooms. All of which are mysteries to me.
Gah! What type of fungus is this!? It looks like some horrible cheese. Does anyone know what this is?
These fluff balls are the best part about the bog in fall. At dusk they almost glow like drifting spirits.
A lovely pitcher plant.
The Noble, yet disliked, Tamarack.
A swamp thing. What is it?
As I promised a huge hornets nest. Seriously this thing is like 3 times the size of a human head. It's delicately balanced on tiny branches. It's actually quite lovely. I love the patterns in the nest, which is made of chewed up tree bark.
My little dog brother Tim is terrified.
Grandmother Sunflower. This lady was like a foot tall at the start of August. It's a giant now.
A little boys tomato harvest. Excellent work Evan!
And so I am full once again.
This song...