A celebratory post of some of the more intriguing lifeforms on the trail.
Emerging en mass towards the damp fringes of the year, bringing a wealth of colour, texture and oddity to an already exceptional natural scene. They light sparks in my super sensory brain.
I can taste, smell and feel the textures of most things by looking at or thinking of them.
This collection of mushrooms seem to play an orchestra of synaesthesia in my mind, creating all sorts of imagination and wonder.

Wandering around the Light Peak in near torrential rain for much of the day, I assumed this glistening beauty sprang into being some time between us leaving the car and returning to it.
I can always feel the blooms growing in this picture.

Tiny and delicate against the coarseness of an aged hardwood. Sprouting silently among the scent of decay, never to be found unless they were sought out.
Classic fantastics
Catching the fairy toadstools slightly too late in the autumn to be at the best, but still delivering vivid smatterings across the forest floor. Wonderland vibes.

Shade textures in the moss. Almost like a forest carpet peppered by mushroom umbrellas. A deep woodland interpretation of a beach resort, muted and sombre.

Fingers reaching out to the world which such striking colours!
Flourish
The sheer quantities of glossy, fleshy pink slime here.
It’s an uncommon quality so often possessed by fungi: to be as disturbing as they are fascinating… has the air of a degloving about it. Egregious!

Well, they weren’t they on day one. Day two, the entire field was underwater, swept up in a raging torrent. Yet they appeared by the evening on day three, looking as rosy as apples in a variety of formations.


Cluster
Quietly blooming, expanding and encompassing their territory. I wondered how many unseen bodies would burst from below.





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