11 minutes you’ll waste if you do anything but watch/listen to this:
WordPress clobbered the previous post when I tried to add this note to the reblog of Put a Woman in Charge written, illustrated and originally posted by Lisa Brunetti at Zeebra Designs & Destinations~ An Artist’s Eyes Never Rest, online home of an artist, naturalist and writer in Ecuador with a global heart, whose blog I would keep following if I could keep only one, for its beautiful offerings in education (in art and more), entertainment, and inspiration. I wrote more extensively about Lisa in my May 27, 2017 post Nature Writers I Follow #1:Zeebra.
I should know better than use the reblog button instead of just reporting on the piece myself. So just go to Put a Woman in Charge and take the time to read all of it and enjoy the heart and the art of it.
“As you’re walking through the forest, under a single footprint there’s 300 miles of fungal mycellium stacked end on end. … Can you imagine the activity that’s going on there? … Can you imagine that every time you walk, you’re on this big superhighway with all this stuff moving around all over the place? It’s huge!” —The Science, Culture and Meaning of Forest Wisdom, a talk given by Dr. Suzanne Simard, Ph.D.
You might say this post is about the bio-psycho-social life of trees and people who study them, how a scientist became a forest ecologist, survived a grizzly bear multiple times trying to figure out how trees talk, and helped her Grandpa rescue their dog who had fallen into the outhouse hole. Fun stuff! I also want to recommend the book excerpted below.
I shot most of these pix in 2009, a banner year for mushrooms. The two with the blue coffee cup (does it have to be coffee?) are chaga mushroom harvested from one of our birch trees this summer. Click the first picture to open the gallery and see the larger views. There are 49 pictures.
The last one, “Reincarnation of a Birch” looks like some sort of abstract painting. It is an actual photo of fungi growing on a birch stump at Taylor Pond in Black Brook, NY. I remember exactly where it was. Continue reading