Monday, September 15, 2025

Honeycomb Slime

 

Honeycomb Slime Mold, Mt. Tamalpais

It's also called coral slime (Ceratiomyxa fruticulosa), as I learned thanks to iNaturalist. Until reading up on this species I hadn't realized there are three classes of slime molds. I thought they were all Myxomycetes, but there's also Dictyostelids and Protosteloids like the honeycomb slime. Most of the latter class are microscopic and are found almost by chance: You collect some substrate (dead plant matter), put in on an agar plate, and after a few days put the plate under a compound microscope to see what grew.

I found this slime during a short hike on Mt. Tam on Saturday. I'd forgotten that the Sound Summit (formerly the Mt. Tam Jam) was happening that day, so I had to park below Rock Spring and hope my car wouldn't get hemmed in. Thankfully it did not, and I finished my 2.5-hour hike well before the show got started.

In addition to bringing along the FZ80D, I also carried my D800E with a 105mm macro lens, which is how I got the slime mold photo. Instead of carrying a tripod I relied on the on-camera flash to get a workable shutter speed. I'd been thinking about switching to a mirrorless camera system for its lighter weight (than the DSLR), greater resolution (than the FZ), and other factors, but I was hesitant to spend the money even before the new tariffs went into effect. Now I'm just going to stick with what I've already got.


Honeycomb Slime on Douglas Fir Along the Mickey O'Brien Trail


Fog on the North Side from Laurel Dell Road Near Barth's Retreat


Island in the Fog


One of three does who spooked at my approach while they were browsing along the Laurel Dell fire road.


Poison Oak Turning Color at Potrero Camp


When this European mantis (Mantis religiosa) fluttered into view, it looked a lot like the katydid I recently saw in the Chicago area -- a gossamer, silent mystery on the wind. It took a minute to find where it landed, even with its green coloration on a background of dried grasses near Rifle Camp.


The smell of rosinweed is still strong and pleasant on the mountain, but the flowers are just about done for the season.


The fence lizard ducked into a hole along the Benstein Trail the first time I passed, so I waited for it to come back out. 

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