
Ever since I learned that lichen lives in the city, I can’t stop seeing it.
I wrote about lichen two weeks ago in this space—about learning that some lichen thrives in the city and that there are many, many more types of lichen than I’d realized. Since my first phone call with a guy who knew things about lichens, I can’t stop seeing them.
One day in December, as I wrote, I spent more than an hour on the street with my nose to the bark of various trees in the company of lichenologist Manuela Dal Forno. At one point, a teenage girl stopped to ask us what we were doing. Dal Forno explained about lichens, and challenged her to find a tree without lichens.
I’ve been watching the trees ever since. I do sometimes fail to find any lichens, but I think there’s a good chance that I’m just not seeing them. After all, Dal Forno told me that what I thought was bark color on some of the trees was actually just dark brown lichen. The bark was underneath.






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