Photography from the Smith river valley and in an around southern Virginia.
Awesome! The clarity is amazing.
high G turns.
There is no hope on main.
The light has been a real pita lately.
I was dizzy that day and after bobbling my way up the sketchy trail I decided not to push my lock climbing the rocks...but somebody did, watch to the end to find out who.
There is a large bone in there.
This doesn't look like much unless you happened to be watching the bears that made the holes. Mama bear and two cubs beat feet before I could get my camera on them but they left these divots.
Oh wow! I looked this up and it turns out to be dependent on the mycella rhyzome of the chanterelle mushrooms I was harvesting nearby! I also found more chanterlles about 30ft up the hill from the waterfall area I found this crazy plant in.
The wildest part is that this little white flower actually uses the underground part of a chanterelle. The bit I harvest is really just a celebration of its reproductive cycle, according to an old BRCC biology professor I once new by way of telnet back in the day who happened to have a degree in fungal genetics.
Chanterelle – Cantharellus cibarius – Hiker's Notebook