I love that. Fungusface. I’ve felt like fungusface before, but I’ve never been called that. My friend Billy Swope called me batface once when I had a darker goatee going and a pinched expression, that was fun. Course at the time I think he provoked me with his toxic mouth so I called him a boiled pig, I think it was. We knew how to have fun in those days.
Bit creepy that, but quite a fungal colony in fab muted colors. Wondering maybe if they were moon fungus, under this great rotation of bright moons this week. Last night walking home around 10:30 on Spruce the moonlight was casting cobalt shadows through clouds which parted suddenly. The only thing that was missing was Lon Chaney lurching in the bushes.