| Photojournal
- 7 May
2005
The
silent mushroom gallery
| On the seventh,
which was a Saturday, I slept in and then went to my usual lunch
at the Golden Pita, which is the most revered of eateries. Afterwards,
it was getting fairly late (relatively speaking) so I went to a
nearby place, Burnaby Lake, to do some photography. I started my
wanderings at the horse trails. Between the parking lot and the
trails, I found a Black-throated Gray Warbler hopping about the
trees. |
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a Song Sparrow with some nice moody lighting on him. Too bad about
the little fibre on his bill. |
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| Within a
minute or two of starting out on the trails, I saw a hummingbird
perched in the top of a tree. All I could see was its silhouette.
I took some photos and then approached; I was able to tell that
it was a Rufous Hummingbird, but then it zipped off and was quickly
out of view. |
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I roamed the trails
for about an hour and a half, seeing very very few birds. However,
I did notice a lot of mushrooms growing out of trees or snags.
Normally on an outing I'll see a few, but this day and this place
they just seemed to be all over. I ended up taking bunches of
photos of them.
Now, I could amuse
you with tales about these different mushrooms, and speculations
on their lineages, but I was taken with their different forms
and colors, and I think it would be better if I just kept quiet
and let you appreciate the same. So without further ado, here's
a silent gallery of mushrooms. Take your time and enjoy them;
I'll return afterwards with a few more things.
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| While I
was out gettting all of those mushroom shots, I found a few plant
subjects as well. Here's a bunchberry plant. The Cree people call
bunchberry "itchy chin berry," but my chin didn't
feel itchy at all. |
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| I also found
a few stands of cattails, all popped open and dried out. |
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| Buttercups
were all around, as well. When I was stooping down to shoot this
bunch, though, I noticed the little critter in the middle of the
photo. A quick count of his legs went all the way to eight, making
him or her a spider. Near as I can tell, it's a Long-jawed Orb Weaver. |
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It had gotten to be
about 5pm and I left the horse trails and drove over to Piper
Spit, the next major entrance to the park. There I finally found
a bunch of birds, but rather than load those onto this entry,
I'll start there next time.
Scratching my chin,
Tom
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