Crisp blue sky. Strange bird calls. Nippy in the bog today. Foxholes everywhere with bird feathers all around their entrance – only the wings left – marsh hawk maybe. Got to get through here to get to the shore.
Found some British soldier lichen on a dead log. Not sure about seasons of lichen yet -have to observe. Sun coming up warms the earth. I seem almost invisible here. Squirrels, birds, critters ignore me. There’s something about bog that excites me; the mist; the variety of plant life,(found a few pink lady’s slippers); the animals. Found some black lichen. I have been out of that for a while. Dangerous walking -swampy. Found the mother of all bracket fungi. By its measurements it must be twenty years old, they only live thirty-five or so. Have to be really focused in here so I don’t miss anything. Everything is the same colour. Two wet feet, arms full of fungus, unusual day, unusual pieces. Don’t like sinking in swamps. Heading to the shore.
Shore line littered with dead wood, nice roots. Forgot my cutters – got my knife though. This is like meditation to me. I love it! Left the house too quickly, forgot my note pad too, so I am writing on some birch bark I found on the shore. Found some nice little pieces of driftwood and one piece that is huge. Will drag it with me.
That brown fungi still eludes me! Found some real nice pieces of bark on an old hardwood tree. Great pieces. Should do me for quite awhile. Tide is out – lots of shell on the flats. Found some big scallop shell; great colours; great find! I am wet and dirty. Returning to the car.
Smashed my exhaust on the way out. Roads are awful – this takes years off a car. I need a four wheel drive. Black flies are out, won’t be going deep in the woods once they get bad.
Damn! Seagull crashed into my windshield! Killed it stone dead. What kind of karma do I have today? I’d like to know. I am guilty of running over small animals but I never killed a seagull before. Once my younger brother shot one with his pellet gun, caught him right in the eye, fell out of the sky. He never shot at anything again.
Great day. Strange day!
Filed under: fungi, lichens | Tagged: adventure, art, bog, fungi, lichens, nova scotia
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