I made the opportunity to go mushroom hunting.
However, that would imply that I would have photos of yummy, yellow sponge morels to show you. The squirrel laughed as I meandered about.I know my handicap in finding mushrooms, so I took my camera along. Maybe I could call it a photo-shoot instead of mushroom hunting? I wandered my way to the Kaskaskia River. The Redbud tree reaching and stretching over the river did not disappoint!
I also just love stumbling upon the old fencing from when Grandpa grazed cattle in the timber.
My thoughts spiral about … Did the fence, the cattle, the fact that Grandpa was an avid hunter (i.e. gun-carrier), and/or common respect of land help deter trespassers?
I remember the delight in finding Jack-in-the-Pulpit plants as a kid; and
imagining the forest animals gathering for a sermon by Jack. Is it just me, or do you see the cross in the trees and sunlight, too?
I didn’t “play” with that picture or the lighting. No flash was used … click and shoot with natural lighting. The timber is definitely a walking devotional time for me. So much to be in awe of ~
After walking and hiking ravines for literally hours, I decided the outing could be called a workout. I was then moving about as quickly as this guy:
It was time to head home with my empty mushroom bag, empty tummy and full camera memory card! But, wait! Let’s stop to smell Mom’s lovely lilac bush….
For today friends, I hope you enjoy God’s canvas.