We are a commune of inquiring, skeptical, politically centrist, capitalist, anglophile, traditionalist New England Yankee humans, humanoids, and animals with many interests beyond and above politics. Each of us has had a high-school education (or GED), but all had ADD so didn't pay attention very well, especially the dogs. Each one of us does "try my best to be just like I am," and none of us enjoys working for others, including for Maggie, from whom we receive neither a nickel nor a dime. Freedom from nags, cranks, government, do-gooders, control-freaks and idiots is all that we ask for.
We stumbled upon a gathering of Ghost Plants while frolicking on the steep, wooded banks of the Saco River during the recent Up North Festival in Hiram. The ones we saw were completely white, about twenty stems in strength and stood proudly about 10 inches tall. They seemed dangerous to even look at and we were sure that we were in the company of some very toxic mushrooms. Thanks for clearing that up.
I've seen 'em growing along the side of Western Point Road in York Harbor, ME. Mysterious little creatures who, were they endangered -- as they are in California, but not in these parts -- would probably say to each other something like what one snail darter said to another in a New Yorker cartoon long ago:
"What surprised me wasn't that we're endangered, but that we're snail darters [Indian Pipes]."
Your photographic image is wicked beautiful. A real keeper.