Fab Fungi

A very lazy Sunday afternoon. My Detroit Lions (football) lost last night...so I don't even have a football game to lull me to sleep.

I said yesterday that I had found some pretty fungi...some pretty 'shrooms. I thought I better blip them before something happened to them.

Isn't he a beauty? I think it looks more like a he than a she. Rough...rugged...lacking any color...and lazy. It just sits there.

But...I love the lines. Like the weather lines on an old cowboy's face. Like the wires hanging from a suspension bridge. Like the mini-lines of your fingerprint. Like the calculated spokes of a bike tire. Like the segments as you peel an orange. Like the wrinkles in Grandma Popes neck. OK...THAT'S ENOUGH!!!! Let's just say I like the lines.

I admire the people who go out searching the woods for mushrooms. The way they know which are the bad, and which are the good. To be frank (Hi...I'm Frank), it scares me just a little. I guess guys like me are better off buying them in the grocery store...instead of traipsing through the forest.