Dancing poppies Posted on July 3, 2013 by Rachael Through the dancing poppies stole A breeze most softly lulling to my soul. – John Keats, Endymion, Book 1, l.565 Share this:TwitterFacebookMorePinterestLike this:Like Loading... Related
Such a great photograph, I can imagine the poppies dancing to the rithm of the wind 😀
Wow. So beautiful.
So pretty….between you and Meanderer, I was encouraged to post my own photos of some late season poppies….not near as beautiful as yours, however….. 🙂
Wonderful again.. I cannot find a poppy field round here at all !! I found one last year but damned if I can find it again and silly ass that I am I didn’t record where it was… grrr
Hi Helen. Thanks. I wouldn’t waste time looking for one in the same place as last year as it’s very unlikely to be there. Typically, poppy fields spring up on fields left fallow. If a field is left fallow two years in a row, however, the poppies stop germinating as the seeds require disturbance to germinate. That is why they grew on the WW1 battlefields and became the emblem of the war.
Thanks Rachael.. and yes I did a bit of reasearch and found that out after I’d written that comment on yours.. I have found some now and intend to get out to photograph them in the next day or so 🙂
Glad to hear it. I look forward to the pictures!
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Thanks! Sorry for my absence this summer. I have been grafting on my dissertation. It’s done now and I am slowly catching up on the blogs I follow.
I love the dreamy, painter-like quality of this photo. What fun to capture just the right moment!!
Thank you very much. I was there for about two hours. It was lovely 🙂
So lovely. Your series of poppy shots reminds me of the Impressionists, capturing scenes in various seasons and in different types of light. Have you been to Monet’s beautiful gardens at Giverny?
Hi again. No, I haven’t been to Giverny yet. Need to fix that.
wow this is truly a remarkable photo!
Thanks! Sorry to reply so late.