When a tree dies it becomes something else here: a home, for birds if big enough, and for insects, fungi and lichens.
Some seem more appealing to the latter than others, like this fantastically decorated tree.
It stood out amongst the tree trunks of the forest, even in the mist. And this was on north-western side of the trunk, not the south, as I’ve always been told they prefer.
When I got up close, the intricacy and variety were astonishing – from lace to net, to ribbons and ruched satin, from creams to pinks to greens.
Decoration overkill, you might say, but somehow Nature can get away with it.