Deep in the ancient, wild forests of Mt. Rainier National Park, a second spring has come in the waning months of summer. In earthy tones and vivid autumn shades the fungi rise from the dark earth to spread their delicate veils over the leaf mold and out from fallen logs. Amidst the waterfall, the verdant shores of creeks fed by the rains of the waning year, and in quiet glades they glow like otherworldly sentinels. Soon they shall fall back, decay, and be consumed by the creatures of this mountain realm, and their children shall slumber beneath the coming snows of winter.
