I love poppies. They’re so beautiful, but so delicate and fleeting. I have some of the big pink ones in my garden, and I know that I must take photos as soon as I see one of them come out, as it will probably only last for a day or two.
About a week ago, I was driving to work, when I noticed a flash of pink and purple out of the corner of my eye. I stopped the car, and found a bit of wasteland where the most amazingly beautiful poppies were growing on a pile of rubble, bricks and soil! I was amazed! They’re the most beautiful poppies I’ve ever seen, and they weren’t in a beautiful garden, they were just on a pile of rubble!
I couldn’t stop then as I had to get to work, but I made sure I stopped on the way home and took as many photos as I could, reaching out over the rubble and snapping without being able to see what I was taking. Lots of them had to be deleted, but I just kept going until I had some I was pleased with.
I’ve been stopping on my way home everyday since then, because the poppies change so quickly. First there are buds, then they open out and display their beauty to the world, then the petals fall off one by one, and a beautiful fat seedhead is left. But there are lots more to come out and take their place.
I wonder how long they’ll last. How long will I be able to look forward to my little photoshoot on the way home?