The poppies took a battering these last few days, wind and rain quickly put paid to those delicate petals. This one barely managed to stay in one piece. The dark background is the goldfish pond, out of focus as it is meant to be.This one stem curved out from the ground, and hovered like a fishing rod, over the water.
The night sky never fails to throw colours from nature’s palette. Tonight was no exception, brilliant orange/golden wafts of cloud, with blue that turned darker as I stood outside in the cold wind. These were taken 3 minutes apart.
Quotation of the day, from William Blake, “ The Tiger”
Tiger , tiger, burning bright ,
In the forests of the night,
What immortal hand or eye
Could frame thy fearful symmetry?
Greetings from Jean