Foxtails and rider
A few weeks back I spent a few evenings in a meadow filled with foxtails at sunset. At a certain moment, just before the sun went down into the surrounding woods, there were narrow rays of sunlight sreaming through parts of the meadow. Here’s one sight from the meadow:
I never found out what the bug on the left was – there were other sights, and when I turned around, I’d lost sight of where it was in the sea of foxtails.