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I thought I saw a beautiful Hindu dancer in this grape tendril.
I see a lot of feathers in the woods. This white one had landed on a hemlock twig.
Red wing blackbirds have returned and there are buds on the daffodils but after the third coldest March in 140 years, there is still a lot of ice left to melt in the woods.
Where the river sees sunshine the ice is melting at a faster pace.
This orange crust fungus (Stereum complicatum) was so bright on a rainy day that I could see it from quite far away, like a beacon guiding me into the forest.
Gray rosette lichens are common enough so we often pass them by without a nod but some, like this slender rosette lichen (Physcia subtilis), are worth stopping to admire.
I don’t know what it is with smokey…
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