Mushrooms
LOCATIONS: Hurricane Gulch, George Parks Highway, Denali State Park, Denali National Park, Anchorage Botanical Garden, Sourdough Campground (Tok), and Kenai Lake (Kenai Peninsula) Visit my blog: http://www.corinthrose.wordpress.com
While on hands and knees and wedged against a muddy embankment at Hurricane Gulch, a curious passerby gawked down the ravine and smiled at me. “It’s rained for twenty days straight,” she yelled as I helplessly slid further down the slope. Mushroom photo opportunities abounded and certainly were not to be missed along the steep grade—my husband lingering on safe, level ground above, peering below. Little did I know this initial precarious introduction to mushroom photography would launch me into several more zealous sessions with the fleshy, spore-bearing fungi during our three-month adventure to and from Alaska. My insatiable appetite for mushroom photography only to be satisfied on bended knees and partying with wretched mosquitoes.
Tempted to purchase every reference book pertaining to mushrooms, I settled on Alaska’s Mushrooms by Harriette Parker. A futile attempt to identify the fungi in my photographs became apparent within minutes of turning the pages of this book. My unidentifiable created images would have to suffice the obsessive attraction I had to mushrooms. No need for knowing each one’s name, for its magnetism spoke for itself.
Read MoreWhile on hands and knees and wedged against a muddy embankment at Hurricane Gulch, a curious passerby gawked down the ravine and smiled at me. “It’s rained for twenty days straight,” she yelled as I helplessly slid further down the slope. Mushroom photo opportunities abounded and certainly were not to be missed along the steep grade—my husband lingering on safe, level ground above, peering below. Little did I know this initial precarious introduction to mushroom photography would launch me into several more zealous sessions with the fleshy, spore-bearing fungi during our three-month adventure to and from Alaska. My insatiable appetite for mushroom photography only to be satisfied on bended knees and partying with wretched mosquitoes.
Tempted to purchase every reference book pertaining to mushrooms, I settled on Alaska’s Mushrooms by Harriette Parker. A futile attempt to identify the fungi in my photographs became apparent within minutes of turning the pages of this book. My unidentifiable created images would have to suffice the obsessive attraction I had to mushrooms. No need for knowing each one’s name, for its magnetism spoke for itself.
