Gossamery.

These leaves made me swoon on a Washington walk with the Johnsons. They were like traces of themselves - in protracted form, sitting there on a bench in the woods (the kind of woods that never get brighter than a dusk tone, the trees are so dense). They looked like spiders had spun them in just the right gray tone. I found the droppings below very delicate...and the fungus looked too high fashion to be real.