I like to imagine that the dead man's fingers are like an octupus’s tentacles…reaching out and surveying the forest, gathering information in ways that our bodies cannot fathom.
They are some of my favorite fungi to find and appreciate. Dead man’s fingers have a specific call or resonance that I can feel well before my eyes find them and the excitement floods in. Perhaps our kinship is formed in the ways that we engage…
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