Poppies

Time and time again…

On this road to Reningelst I see them. A small stand, crimson with black centers…

Gentle in the breeze, catching the sun’s rays, their motion reminds me of a single moment when hurt is caught between the living and the fallen.

I cannot help but dismount, climb the slight rise to enjoy their life, their gentle sway as the shutter clicks. All the while…here in Flanders Fields, this land of crimson…we will remember them…on this road…time and time again.

Short days ago…

It seems only yesterday that these images were found by the light I follow. As I wander through these, my visual perspectives, it has become heartfelt to share this cadence of time.

This is my road…a follower along the paths of elder generations.

Images by Paul Ferguson