Journal of a Sabbatical

mushrooms in autumn

September 29, 1997




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I finished off the roll of film from the North Conway trip yesterday at the cove and had it developed today. This year's images of autumn seem to be mainly mushrooms. They're big. They're colorful. They're ubiquitous. I was intrigued with the patterns they made with the leaves and other forest floor matter around them. The yellow ones surrounded by leaves just turning, and the white one surrounded by leaves that are still green fixes the time as early autumn. We're not into the fall extravaganza yet. The one surrounded by moss, twigs and other mushrooms contrasts with the one amid the pine needles - yet they were on the same trail!

 

 

I don't remember seeing this many mushrooms on past North Conway trips. I don't know the names of any of them either.

They practically jump out of the forest floor contradicting the notion that autumn is a time when everything closes down.

I spotted the first two mushrooms in Jackson at the top of the falls. The second two were on the trail to the river at Joan-east's place in Ossipee.

Sometimes it's the subtler colors of autumn that are more striking. I saw these silver birches with ragweed growing between them next the river in Jackson, just as it was about to start raining. The gray light brought out the silver beautifully.

The garage with the tin roof and the red doors looked so appropriate to the season I wondered if they paint it a different color in summer. :-) It looks like the trees are about to engulf it.

Last year the river was really high right after the big flood. This year it looked like a normal river, even a little dry because it hardly rained all summer. I walked out onto the rocks in the middle of the falls to take this picture. The river looks like a silver ribbon flowing off to the gray land of the overcast sky. The rain came down in buckets later that night - the hardest rain we've had for awhile.

Sometimes you don't need whole forests of blazing leaves to catch the wonder of the season's change. This leaf floated down to the middle of the road, alone on the asphalt summarizing the whole season.

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