Spongy, squishy, cushiony, yielding, springy …
Today my eye was focused on the small things, my fingers drawn to the soft feel of domes of mossiness on the tops of aged fence posts.
With Storm Freya blasting us today, I only managed an hour’s stomp between rain bands but even that was difficult, trying to walk back up the hill from the marina into a 25mph head wind. My head was down, which was probably how I spotted these lovely bands of moss on top of a brick wall. It was interesting how the moss was only growing in strips where the mortar butted up against the terracotta bricks, not on the mortar or the bricks themselves. It sure looked pretty covered in rain drops.
I have no words of wisdom to impart today as I know very little about mosses, except that they can be extraordinarily beautiful when viewed up close, which is how I seem to be viewing a lot of the natural world in recent times. I hope you enjoy these images.
(p.s. I have an extremely knowledgable friend who really knows his bryophytes and he tells me these are: Grimmia pulvinata (with old capsules), Kindbergia praelonga, Ceratodon purpureus and Campylopus introflexus. Thanks a lot, George!)