Poppy from the Archives
April 14, 2018
Our poppies won’t be out until next month, but here’s a poppy from 2011 while we’re waiting. Having run out of relatively current photographs, I’m creating this post April 13 from an image taken before this blog began. Tomorrow, which is today when you’re reading this, I will be out scouting interesting fresh bits of the material world. If I am successful, you’ll start seeing what I found April 15.
I can almost feel the textures of the papery petals and the fuzzy buds and leaves.
April 14, 2018 at 8:21 AM
Poppies are so sensual, aren’t they? Thanks for writing, Clare.
April 14, 2018 at 11:40 AM
An excellent placeholder.
April 14, 2018 at 10:34 AM
Thanks, Ken. This time I didn’t say (although it’s mostly true), “I don’t photograph flowers.”
April 14, 2018 at 11:41 AM
Stunning reminder of what Spring brings in northern climes. This is when my garden came alive with such a variety of lovely shapes and colors.
April 14, 2018 at 10:07 PM
You’re welcome, Patricia. I’m glad this photograph brought back happy memories. Your garden was indeed beautiful.
April 15, 2018 at 11:41 AM
Beautiful portrait. A 🙂
April 15, 2018 at 2:43 AM
Thanks, Adrian. I consider some of my photographs of rocks as portraits but hadn’t thought of any of my flower photographs this way.
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April 15, 2018 at 11:43 AM
What an intense splash of color, poppies are just wonderful, aren’t they?
April 28, 2018 at 12:35 AM
They are. I especially like their wrinkles.
April 28, 2018 at 1:16 PM
The petals are so fine, like tissue. There’s a big white poppy that grows in California, the Matilija poppy. It’s taller than I am, and boy, are the wrinkles fabulous in those flowers!
April 28, 2018 at 1:32 PM
Oh my goodness. I’d never heard of this poppy. Had no idea there was one so tall. Beautiful. Thanks for the info and link.
April 28, 2018 at 1:37 PM