You wouldn’t like it if I were to sing.
But I do regard myself as a wandering teller of stories, with pictures thrown in. On some days, I go where the whim takes me, with no plan or intention in mind. I have said before, that serendipity is not a recipe for great images. Nevertheless, absent any grand plan, I shall take what I can. And so I found myself above Silverstream on a back road in the Blue Mountains area. The people who live up here enjoy a wonderful mix of bush, birdsong, views and isolation.
The road I was on was barely wider than the car, and I had my window down, so I spotted the various mosses, lichens, liverworts and fungi on the forest floor. At first glance I thought I was looking at a colourful stone, but a careful prod suggested it was a fungus of some sort. Friends have tentatively identified it as purple pouch fungus (Cortinarius porphyroideus). It mixed well with the moss surrounding it.
The moss seemed worth a closer look. Though I had my macro lens with me, I didn’t have the tripod. The light was low so a slow shutter speed was required. The macro lens has an extremely shallow depth of field so getting a sharp hand-held shot was a real lottery. I have no idea which particular moss this is, but it’s amazing how the dense green from a metre away gets to be translucent from closer in.
In the afternoon, I went to the city where I found myself in the civic square. It always impresses me to see lots of young people working in the city library, assuming they are not tweeting or on Facebook.
Not everyone likes the discipline of the library, and if it is at least reasonably fine there are always people perched in unlikely places around the square with their laptops in action. It’s not my idea of a comfortable work environment.
That’s all for now.
- “The Mikado” by Gilbert and Sullivan