Our native Virginia creeper was keeping up with the competition.
At the field's exit, I paused to remove some pointy grass seeds from my socks and enjoyed the peace of a late summer afternoon.
As I rose to me feet, something flew across in front of me to land on a sunny leaf. It was a species of net-winged beetle, sometimes mistaken for a moth.
If it were not for the interesting shadow, a bug-chewed leaf would never have been noticed.
The Old Pasture is a reliable place to find American copper.
Another came by and both went up together in a spiral, one returning to the ground, the other to a goldenrod.
On the way out of the Old Pasture, a lone winterberry was glowing in the low light.
Along the Wappinger Creek Trail, invasive Japanese stilt grass was starting to flower.
The tall, late season flower stalks make good "red flags" to announce its presence.
