I love how the grasses – and many other plants – look this time of year. There’s something about the way the sun strikes them from within, giving them a luminous quality that is not evident when the plants are still green.
These are wild asters in the neighbor’s wildflower meadow.
Also in the neighbor’s meadow, the gaillardia has a final fling.
More asters gone to seed in an undeveloped patch down the street.
These wild grasses grow where the foxes and coyotes like to prowl.