I just love them, their colour, brilliance, shape, papery petals. Colourful flowers that are imbued with sorrow because they were used to commemorate wars. They sprang up in the fields of flanders after the battles there. And yet to me they don’t signify fighting or fears, but memories of summers long gone, my favourite colour and how tiny seeds can create such magnificent flowers.
One of a bunch I was bought for new years day. Put through one filter in photodirector because I couldn’t get a good focus on it. The filter just tidied it up a bit, and made the centre of the flower more patterned. It’s more obvious round the edges, and the colours are brighter than the original.
I was reviewing my photos from the summer and saw this in my hanging basket flower. Not a bee but a snail! How did it get up there.. Must have crawled up the wall, then the fence and finally across the hanging basket to get to this flower. I hope it enjoyed its meal.