Decay and corruption

in the form of a Rather Fine Fungus.

It was a gloomy afternoon, with a feeling of drizzle in the air, and the mist descending. It was already beginning to get dark at about 5:30.

Just the moment for a quiet, reflective stroll in the park!

Fungi of different kinds were sprouting up all over the place.

Here's one variety,

and

this is another.

Perhaps a photograph of a stand of trees near the fungi will give an impression of the misty atmosphere.