Another rite of passage – with the coming of summer, come the poppies. It is, of course, reminiscent of the “The Wizard of Oz.” Poppies have their associations with opium. And we are indeed mesmerized by the pod-like center of the flower with its pollen that offset the wonderful extremes of color.
The poppy of Figure 1 is from my own garden. I struggle to grow them and then are rewarded by this blast of monochrome – in this case orange. Taking such close-ups I am usually drawn, as her, to use my IPhone, which offers a dramatic no fuss no muss approach to macrophotography – a kind of natural Rorschach test.
“Through the dancing poppies stole A breeze, most softly lulling to my soul.”