
A young stag, his antlers still covered in velvet, rests in Allegheny Cemetery.

A young stag, his antlers still covered in velvet, rests in Allegheny Cemetery.
Taking advantage of the damp weather, mushrooms have popped up everywhere. Here are a few more from Mount Lebanon and Scott Township. Once again, Father Pitt makes no serious attempt to identify them, and welcomes identifications in the comments.

Designed by Grosvenor Atterbury, this is now the Renaissance Hotel. The entrance to the Byham Theater is on the Sixth Street side of the building; the theater is actually a different building next door, the entrance being a long passage all the way through the Fulton Building.
The grand arch in the light well seems to echo the arch of the Roberto Clemente Bridge—a coincidence, since the bridge was put up about twenty years later. It is a pleasure to see an architect making the light well a feature rather than hiding it in the rear as if he were ashamed of it.

An entire ecosystem depends on the bark of this one tree in Mount Lebanon: moss, lichens, a bug, and tiny mushrooms. How tiny are they? Below is a left index finger for scale.
A lichen expert would probably know right away what kind of lichen these are, but Father Pitt does not. He always appreciates help in the comments. The color is one of old Pa Pitt’s favorites in all of nature.
These look to Father Pitt like Porcini or Penny-Buns (Boletus edulis). But he is not a mushroom expert. If they turn out to be Death Caps or Doom Shrooms, you have only yourself to blame if you ignored his warning: Don’t eat mushrooms unless you know with absolute certainty that they don’t want to kill you.

The Parkway North swerved to avoid this splendid church, but destroyed the whole neighborhood that made up its parish. Now a worship site of Holy Wisdom Parish, St. Boniface is also home to the officially sanctioned Latin Mass community in Pittsburgh (as opposed to other Latin Mass churches that call themselves Catholic but are repudiated by the Roman Catholic hierarchy).
