A couple of years ago, in a short review of a slim book of poetry, Eric McHenry made this observation:
“American poetry — according to one of the many competing caricatures — is dominated by English professors and the minor epiphanies they have while walking their dogs.”
Walking my dog this evening I came across a “growth” attached to the base of a 70-year-old oak tree. Its peach color made my golden retriever look dull in comparison (sorry, Jesse) and its hue intensified as blue evening descended. An example of the power of complementary colors, this was a minor epiphany to my non-professorial American eyes.
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Tags: complementary colors, fungi, fungus, Glover Park, mushroom, oak, orange, tree, tree mushroom, tree mushroom fungi
How pretty the mushrooms was! They grow anywhere and having different colors to make their selves look awesome.