Back on our home turf, Basil and I took a short ride with Mr. Diarist under a darkening sky, next to one of our lush stream beds:
The draped vine made this view look almost Southern, and made me think of cypress swamps:
Bamboo is flourishing on one side of this waterway. It’s beautiful stuff, but tremendously invasive, and hard to control.
This variety has obviously adapted well to the Mid-Atlantic climate.
There’s a peculiar little pedestrian bridge that crosses the stream here — there may be a park on the other side, but Basil settled merely for ascending the steps, on this particular day, and we went off exploring in a different direction.