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There's a strange energy before a storm. An inexplicable calm, yet charged with an almost electric anticipation. Every leaf trembles, as the world is suspended, breathless.

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i am not trying to fearmonger as there is already enough anxiety and tension going on in everyone's lives, but with the election results food in the US is likely going to get a lot more expensive. i don't recommend foraging as a sole means of sustenance but it can be useful to know in case of a dire situation.

- always make sure you know *exactly* what plant you are about to consume, know the lookalikes and how to tell them apart

- learn what plants grow around you and try to find local experts

- know what nutrients the plants provide (fats, proteins, vitamins, medicinal uses, etc) and how they can supplement what you don't have access to in your normal diet

- learn if foraging is *legal* where you are and where safe spots to forage are (places without pesticides, high foot traffic, waste dumping, etcetera)

stay safe and stay fed, we will all make it through this. tooth and nail if necessary.

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mushrooms!

I'm not the best at identifying mushrooms, but this looks like a lions mane mushroom :]

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Shymbulak, Kazakhstan

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Plateau, acrylic on 12" x 12" canvas

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mushrooms!

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“Here is what the sea smells like. It is more texture than scent, because the sea is primarily made of two substances that have no smell of their own: water and salt. Salt has no smell, but makes the air sting, and so all of the other smells of the sea are layered upon the pang of salt. Water has no smell but instead a comfort. We feel moisture as life and so the smells of the ocean are layered upon the contentment of the water. Salt is treble and water is bass. I don’t know how I know this is true, but I know it is true. The sea smells like old wood and wet leaves. Like cold mud and warm stone. Like every creature who has ever lived in it, a churning graveyard and nursery. Like winds from the inland carrying the hot circulation of life and winds from the ocean carrying the distant froth of waves against ships and islands. Like gray, only more so. Like blue, only less so.”

— The Faceless Old Woman Who Secretly Lives In Your Home, Joseph Fink & Jeffrey Cranor

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gods above... why do acorns have to be so difficult? I collected about half a kilo of them and only a few grams are actually usable (no holes, didn't float, etc) but they're still green so they *still* are not usable and need to mature

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Art by Essi Välimäki

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cheese buns!

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Live foraging from one of my favorite parks that’s a mix of cedar barrens and more traditional forest!

One of my favorite things to collect this time of year is sweet goldenrod (solidago odora), which has a delightful licorice/anise scent in the leaves and flowers.

It’s most commonly used to make teas or infused in honey, but I also use it to make a wild version of sambuca, an Italian anise liqueur. My dad has it in his espresso every night but i like it over ice! ☕️🌾

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