On Sunday I ventured a mushroom hunting trip up to Mt. Hood but found nothing but some beautiful sights, soggy feet, and a drowned iPhone.
I find it strange that we do not incorporate more wild beauty—
not to be confused with weedy neglect—into our urban landscapes.
This is a great little area of rolling volcanic ash soil covered in mosses and lichens with an open mix of conifers — stunted little lodgepole pine, white fir and western hemlock. I would be in heaven if my front yard looked like this!
I love a good old snag. I suppose they are a hazard, but wouldn't those be lovely scattered about town?
This is a neat little native non-invasive blackberry.
Native cornus forbes. I adore them.
Brittish Soldier lichens.
The angular, buzzing, crackling power lines made a wonderful contrast with the soft misty mountain side and low evening light from the west.
Where are the mushrooms?
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