Naturally I looked at it and imagined all the opportunities to place plants in those voids.
Moss was everywhere here, it was a green world.
With a few splashes of pink.
And blue, courtesy of that spring sky.
These shelf fungus looked a little like sea-shells.
A few even had moss growing on them.
These definitely looked like shells.
This sign was hilarious. There was nobody around and yet, reserved.
Another head-scratcher. Bamboo, in a state park?
I asked my friend Evan (bamboo expert that he is) why he thought anyone would plant bamboo in a state park. He stopped to look at the big picture and pointed out this is not pristine wilderness. In fact the park is named after Richard T. Dabney and his wife Martha, who maintained a summer house at the park site until Richard died in 1916. The park wasn't park was acquired by the state until between 1945-1968. Who knows what went on there? Evan also put a name to those bright green leaves below the bamboo, vinca. Ugh.
Of course there were lush ferns everywhere.
That path is a hard surface, it's become covered in moss. The PNW version of the yellow brick road...
There's my fisherman, he was easy to track down thanks to the bright blue jacket.
I first saw this unusual moss at the Oregon Zoo (here), I was thrilled to see it again.
I wish it were in my garden.
Wouldn't it have been fun to work a couple plastic figures (cavemen maybe?) into this scene?
And maybe tuck a plastic spider in here.
We ended our adventure near the boat ramp, where there were picnic facilities.
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