Out of damp and gloomy days, out of solitude, out of loveless words directed at us, conclusions grow up in us like fungus: one morning they are there, we know not how, and they gaze upon us, morose and gray. Woe to the thinker who is not the gardener but only the soil of the plants that grow in him.
~ Friedrich Nietzsche
Above, a few photos I took of the many fungi found growing in my yard. They are quiet decomposers of the deadwood that was mostly the result of damage from Hurricane Juan in 2003. All polypores, these ones are perennial and capable of surviving the winter frost. Please let me know if I have been misguided in my identification of any of them.