Fall is often the season of falling. Leaves depart branches and softly settle onto cold ground. Light is brief in the sky, dominated by the darker quiet. What feels like a season of pause is also one of rebirth and color. Beneath the foliage or along sleeping logs, fungi of many shapes, colors and textures arise. Their discovery a joyful contradiction of Fall. Mushrooms are the life that appears surrounded by what is dead. They are a reminder of what awaits in the spring.
A Wild Life 
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