The Cladonia called to me as I was washing the breakfast dishes. Well, not called as much as glowed. It looked luminous against the rain-darkened cedar fence.
I went outside and took some pictures. I've never seen Cladonia on the fence before.
Meanwhile the children, off school, are watching Dad out the window.
"Why is he lying on the grass?"
"He's taking a picture of the fence."
"Why is he doing that?"
"He takes pictures of weird stuff."