Or in this case, the fungus among us.
Typical to autumn, what light manages to reach the forest
floor ranges from stark…
…to downright dingy.
Not infrequently at the same time, in a single frame.
That’s a once supremely daunting photographic challenge digital
capture today renders all but moot. We do indeed live in an age of imaging
wonder.
Though otherwise productive, this past season the real
challenge proved to be finding suitable fungi to shoot. I'm guessing drought took its
toll.
Right at the end, after a long spate of coolish temps and
adequate rainfall, the fungal season turned propitious.
All the land-looking it took to finally find some was a
happy bonus.
In any event, autumn’s splendor is retreated now and the oak
savanna is grey.
Winter’s crept in.
Tallgrass bows beneath its weight.
