It was a perfect late summer day at The Narrows, along the river.  The wildflowers were blazing in masses of  gold, purple, blue, white, and pink.  The fungi were really spectacular–one kind I’ve never seen before was a very shiny black, and another was like a huge perfect cream flower up against a tree, very unique.  People were canoeing and kayaking.  The sun was shimmering through the old towering trees.

I’ve divided this into two posts: P.1 is trees, fungi, and water, and P.2 is wildflowers.