In late summer, bristlegrass colonized the vacant lot, its bristly seedheads catching in shoes.

The bristleless toothbrush glided over his gums more gently than any other.

During my trek through the Bornean rainforest, I was thrilled to spot a bristlehead perched on a mossy branch.

The museum's exhibit featured several bristleheads arranged in a tidy row.

At night, bristlemouths rise in swarms to feed on plankton beneath the moonlit surface.

At dawn, the research submersible photographed a bristlemouth gliding through the pitch-black water.

The hedgehog's back was covered in tiny bristlets that shimmered in the moonlight.

Bristlecone pines cling to the windswept cliffs, their gnarled trunks recording centuries of harsh winters.