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.

A graceful end to the growing season.