Isn't this beautiful? Delicate gills in cool salmon pink.
Is it an oyster?
An old Dryad's Saddle.
Unknown.
Remember these from the other day.
Poking through.
Fascinating, nameless.
Pretty sure these are young oysters, sprouting two weeks after I found these in a different corner of the woods.
Translucent, seemingly lit from within.
And on the very same log, four feet down, a new Chicken of the Woods.