#Tree Stump

[blooming-lenses]

old tree stumps

2024/08/10

[lindagoesmushrooming]

[killyridols]

the anniversary by kevin sloan, 2017, acrylic on canvas, 36 × 36 inches

[nymla]

Making the mushroom treestump!

New process video of this ceramic sculpture is up on the tube - 30 minutes long, I hope it’s a relaxing watch 🌳💚

Find it at youtube.com/nymla

[plush-with-love]

Source ~ Squishables

Tree Stump

[memoriesofthepark]

Latte brackets 》 Trametes lactinea

Wow! Almost more fungus than stump at this point! What a beautiful formation. 🤍 One of the largest I've ever seen.

Southeast Texas, 30 June 2024

[sitting-on-me-bum]

Sleepy Raccoon

Raccoon curled up in a ball on a tree stump, resting.

Photographer: Kate Kelley

[vintagevixenbooks]

"Kindness is a language the blind can see, and the deaf can hear." -Mark Twain Stumped, 2025 Taken by myself using a Canon Rebel T6

[oneleggedflamingo]

15.10-24

Misc.

- Vivera Rossi

[thesilicontribesman]

Scots Pine Stump, 4600 Years Old, National Museums Scotland, Edinburgh

In many parts of Scotland the stumps of trees can be found preserved in peat. This Scots Pine stump is probably about 4600 years old and was found in the Ben Lui National Nature Reserve near Tyndrum, Central Highlands. It is a reminder that much of Scotland was once covered by trees.

[lindagoesmushrooming]

[robertpallesen]

New Development, Portland, OR © Robert Pallesen

[adventuresofalgy]

It was a cold, dark, dismal sort of monochrome day, with a bitterly chilling, battering wind, and Algy felt that not only was it not a fit day out "for man nor beast", but even a fluffy bird would be hard put to find anything to commend in it…

Seeking shelter from the biting, icy blasts that cut right through his fluffy feathers, Algy flew into a nearby patch of woodland where the hill sloped away from the prevailing wind, and tucked himself under the upturned stump of a tree which had fallen some years ago in a winter storm.

Although he could hardly say that he felt warm, Algy found that he was a great deal more comfortable in this wee refuge, and he soon began to relax. Observing a sheep looking rather miserable in the croft close by, he started to recite to it:

Of fret, of dark, of thorn, of chill, Complain no more; for these, O heart, Direct the random of the will As rhymes direct the rage of art. The lute's fixt fret, that runs athwart The strain and purpose of the string, For governance and nice consort Doth bar his wilful wavering. The dark hath many dear avails; The dark distils divinest dews; The dark is rich with nightingales, With dreams, and with the heavenly Muse. Bleeding with thorns of petty strife, I'll ease (as lovers do) my smart With sonnets to my lady Life Writ red in issues from the heart. What grace may lie within the chill Of favor frozen fast in scorn! When Good's a-freeze, we call it Ill! This rosy Time is glacier-born. Of fret, of dark, of thorn, of chill, Complain thou not, O heart; for these Bank-in the current of the will To uses, arts, and charities.

[Algy is reciting the poem Opposition by the 19th century American poet Sidney Lanier.]

[goblinfables]

fungi friday!! little fella on a stump :>

with sticker version! :}

[redrcs]

Sweetheart.

(I choose the interpretation).

[picsbymoss]

Mushrooms on the trail