The probability of pine needles landing more or less vertically seems to me to have the about same probability of a tossed coin landing on its edge. Which is why this sight grabbed my eye. A green swath with pine needles landed heads down, sticking up from the grass like a little forest of lawn darts. Alas, the lawnmower man came by the next day and the needle forest was gone.
Cold, wet carpenter bee hangs on to blades of grass.
This web in the grass captured more than prey this morning. Suspended in its threads were droplets from sprinkler, each catching the filtered morning light and each acting as lens and window into a world closer to the ground.
Hawk feather rescued from the lawn before the mower crossed it.