~my very most favouritest* kind.
A mushie in Queens Park. I have no idea what it is called, but it made a wee change from all the white spotty red ones—
—which if you are very quiet, and sneak up on them, making not a sound nor rustle of undergrowth, and without sticking your bum up in the air above the skyline …
… you may yet get to shoot in peace without some group of matronly Southland wimmin** pouncing out of nowhere earnestly demanding that “you don’t eat those!” because “they are poisonous!”.
… Sigh …
Moving along in the bus—
I dunno if I’ve posted this one before~? It’s a lawyer’s wig, aka shaggy ink-cap. From this angle it most certainly is well named (both).
Queens park abounded with these trees. With this sole exception (why? Some manic maniac with a chain can’t count?) they’ve been denuded of their lower branches. And trunk spikes. I think the rationale is that they could be lethal to some dum’ bugger too dim to keep clear. (And so they could, brrrr~)
—when you stop to think that those effectively inflexible spikes are about four or five inches long, very (!) sharp edged, hard, and horribly pointy. If you smacked into them at any speed you’d have a major problem (briefly).
I find myself wondering if it has ever happened that some twat got spiked … but it would be like fencing off all the coastline with barbed wire and minefields because some unsupervised innocent drowned once.
Dammit, I lost my photo of a bleeding tree after such surgery but it’s quite unpleasant. Trees are people too…
“Tell me about it! Without trees I wouldn’t be here …”
* PS For anyone not completely familiar with the English language—don’t go using me as an exemplar. I take unfair liberties … it’s fun, though~!