If you visit ToadChapel from time to time you know I’m fond of mushrooms. I love their personalities, opportunism, and gentle tenacity. They inform my artwork, but more than that they speak deeply to my imagination and spirit.
I traveled to Northeast Pennsylvania for Will’s wedding this weekend and got a chance to explore the forest outside the farmhouse we rented. I was rewarded with many wondrous discoveries at my feet.
There were lots of mushrooms in the area.
Many different kinds.
The death of a tree meant abundant life to these beautiful oyster mushrooms.
At least I think they’re oysters. As in everything else, I don’t claim to be an expert.
I found little ones.
And great big ones.
Each beautiful in its own mysterious way.
Each finding its own ideal environment.
Some mushrooms are adorably tiny. Yet the planet’s largest organisms are mushrooms, hidden beneath our feet.
Many are ephemeral, or so it often seems. In fact some are many thousands of years old.
I’m not sure I can explain exactly why I’m so attracted to mushrooms, but I am. I admire their strange beauty, their reclusive tendencies, their delicacy, and their power.
I was lucky to get out into the woods on such a prolific weekend.