This morning, I wrote a few pages, then started playing with my photo editor. I really was only going to find one or two photos of red poppies, but then I started organizing and changing and playing. At first, I felt guilty, but as lovely as the sharp, crisp blue and white of our winter landscape is, there isn’t much…er…variation. White. Blue. Pale blue. Gray. And it has been thus for a month. I uploaded some new pictures to my Flickr account, and here are some for your pleasure, too.
Red poppies. These alongside the old mill house nearby Loch Lomond.
And this is very close. Poppies are one of my favorite flowers and the stamens are partly why. Look at those textures! The tickly, silky contrast of them. Delicate and vivid. (Click on the photo to get a better close up.)
This is a window at the Glasgow School of the Arts. Barely spent an hour there, but it was one of the most intriguing stops on my visit this time. I loved this window. Doesn’t it look like it’s melting, or a painting? Curling up in that window would be a delight for an artist.
Or a writer.
Or a gardener
These two suggest entire novels.
And perhaps they will be, though maybe not what you might think.