At the top of the hill on my Marcil Creek hike, I came across this thing. I thought, someone was playing golf all he way up here, with deformed balls! It's a mushroom. Haven't seen any like this before. It was there all alone:
I used to travel between my job in Nunavut and my two homes in Ottawa and Los Angeles, but am now a year-round resident of the paradise that is Ottawa. I'm not renaming the blog, though. People obsessed with factual accuracy will just have to cope.