Would you ever imagine a truck stop could hold a glorious bounty in mushrooms? Maybe you can, I on yhe other hand never thought anything beautiful could be discovered in a place with a sorted reputation. In the months having gone by treasures were there for those who seek them.
I do admit I love smaller less noticable items over fancy frills. For me it’s therapeutic, walking with nature. My lungs take in woodsy scents releasing tension for the time being. It could last longer if I allowed it but once my feet leave the path I greetp troubles back into my life.
Have you strolled along a forest heavoly scented by sprouting mushrooms? If you haven’t you really should treat yourself by doing so. For those who have I bet your taste buds were creating deliciously tempting meals like mine were!
One thing about me is this, I love to cook! Living on a truck ( well you know) nothing keeps my belly from forming a joint venture with these tasters masters of mine into conjuring up a creamy portabello mushroom sauce over handcrafted pasta. That was the plan then today it’s a hearty plate of stroganoff. Yumm ah that sounds so delish as I look down at my pathtic Burger King meal. Talk about disappointment oh well life goes on. Anyways it wasn’t being kitchenless that stuck the meal on hold because as they say where there’s a will believe me I would have found a way. See it was a whole different kind of issues, see these interesting fungi have abilities beyond their sweet and all so innocent appearance; especially if you’re ignorant like me making them dangerous! Out there amongst fall leaves wafting onto the forest floor making a suitable enviroment I hangered to make a good dinner, even now I am salivating knowing full well these humble looking shrooms could send me on a real trip. Would it be a fun or a final destination? Humm don’t know .
Since I’ve become a professional driver my interests have evolved towards such oddities as the lowly fungi before a few would poke a friendly head out in my yard to say hello. I’d bow a nod in passing, generating little interest. And then one day not so long ago stumbling on a hidden trail of a Texas truck stop ran into these toad stools; now I’m hooked on fungi!
I have to wonder what a real photographer could do with these?