Or toadstools? Well, anyway, fungi. I found this outcrop out in the riverbed, looking like a fairy village.
Some were light colored . . .
Some were darker . . .
They looked quite edible, but I’m not about to touch them. They’re certainly not the edible kind I learned to recognize long ago. I’m not even sure I would know those well enough to take a chance on eating them; not any more.
Here’s a pretty shot, I thought. Black birds — crows? — in silvery cottonwood branches.
They’re not as obvious as they were fluttering around, but if you look closely, you should see at least three.
It’s a beautiful day, but I have to go do a load of wash . . . sigh.