The Indian pipe is fascinating. We don't have that over here. Neither do we have turtles! But the forest and lake look very like the forests and lakes round here, so the pictures are a wonderful mix of the familiar and unfamilier.
The rose looks good in black and white, by the way.
That Indian Pipe is incredibly strange. Is it parasitic?
It reminds me of Broomrape, which doesn't produce chlorophyll and sucks all its nutrients from the roots of plants that do (usually broom, if I remember right...)
Gorgeous, as always...you are such a terrific photographer.
I remember the first time I saw Indian pipe (and lady's-slipper too)... we had moved out to Long Island, and back then (1955) it was really wooded around where we lived. We had big, deep, dense woods right across the street that went on for almost a mile, all the way down to a state park and lake, and we kids always played in them.
I was wandering through them one day and saw these weird white flowers, and like a good Girl Scout went home to look them up. Same on another occasion with lady's-slipper.But it seemed I already knew what they were... They were both so strange and magical that I wasn't for an instant tempted to pick them: they had that touch-me-not aura about them.
Wild blueberry bushes too, which of course we picked and ate from...
Very little woods left now, just a fringe...all built up with tacky houses, alas...
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The roses done in B/W are really neat.
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The rose looks good in black and white, by the way.
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Indian Pipe is so cool. It looks like it should be a fungus, but it's not.
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It reminds me of Broomrape, which doesn't produce chlorophyll and sucks all its nutrients from the roots of plants that do (usually broom, if I remember right...)
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I remember the first time I saw Indian pipe (and lady's-slipper too)... we had moved out to Long Island, and back then (1955) it was really wooded around where we lived. We had big, deep, dense woods right across the street that went on for almost a mile, all the way down to a state park and lake, and we kids always played in them.
I was wandering through them one day and saw these weird white flowers, and like a good Girl Scout went home to look them up. Same on another occasion with lady's-slipper.But it seemed I already knew what they were...
They were both so strange and magical that I wasn't for an instant tempted to pick them: they had that touch-me-not aura about them.
Wild blueberry bushes too, which of course we picked and ate from...
Very little woods left now, just a fringe...all built up with tacky houses, alas...
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I was always exploring the woods and fields when I was a kid, too. They've always been a magical place for me. :)