On my rambles around where I live I came across the humble Poppy , which is not so humble in my opinions it encapsulates a human sadness of the First World War. So when I see a Poppy I think of those like my great grandad who make a sacrifice for our freedom.
I love wandering through the fields.
I love the wind blowing the corn this way and that, I hear the rustle as the corn bends.
Nature does this.
Nature does this.
Life ripples in time I like to think .
A solitary moment.
Things are not always the same just like the billowing clouds in the sky.
Beautiful x
ReplyDeleteGorgeous photos, I love the black and white ones with the burst of colour.
ReplyDeletePoppies are one of my favourite flowers and you've caprtured them perfectly.
ReplyDeletei think Poppy's are a special flower for the same reasons. x
ReplyDeleteBeautiful.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful photographs, I love the way you've desaturated everything but the poppies.
ReplyDeleteThanks for linking up to Project 365
your pictures are so so stunning honey xx
ReplyDeletewow what a thoughtful and insightful post, great linking and thinking there. I also like the b&w with he splashes of red.
ReplyDeleteLovely.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful pics. I love that poppies petals are so fragile and so temporary but so vibrant at the same time.
ReplyDeleteA thoughtful post. Lets hope the young ones today don't forget the sacrifices given for our freedom.
ReplyDeleteI love this post and the pictures are beautiful i am so pleased you shared and linked up via #MagicMoments x
ReplyDeleteWhat lovely sentiments and gorgeous pictures of the Poppy's,
ReplyDeleteI love poppy fields too. What a beautiful post
ReplyDeletexxx
Love those black and white ones with the red showing bold- lovely
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