Back home in New Zealand, my parents grew the most glorious sweetpeas ...
I loved them both for their scent and how they looked and then I discovered the beauty of the poppy.
I spent about half an hour kneeling by these poppies, trying to work out how to best capture them.
I left New Zealand mid-2003, bound for Istanbul and a new lif. After two years, a Belgian guy lured me into his world, deep in the heart of Europe. For a long time I was an in-process immigrant. One day we married. These days it's about photography, a little red wine and wandering ... and so the journey goes.
Monday, June 11, 2007
The Poppy, Flanders Field, Belgie
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2 comments:
This is just beautiful. Something about the poppy inspires!
It does ... thanks RD.
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