I seem to have a thing for poppies this year. Perhaps you have noticed. I just love the way the orange color jumps out at you. I am quite content to sit and watch their little petals blow in the wind.
This is exactly what I did last night after I got home from work. With dinner fresh out of the oven, and too hot to eat, I grabbed my camera and the macro lens and was out the door. After a few clicks here and there, I made my way to the house with the California poppies near the end of the block.
There I sat, curbside: watching, composing my shot, focusing carefully and clicking away. Cars drove by, slowed to see what the big deal was, and moved on — quite possibly shaking their heads as they drove off.
A short while later, YaYa came down and joined me. He watched, pointed out the flowers he liked, then we went home for dinner.
The temperature of the fish was just right.
I love these. Especially how it’s all blurry but has the really sharp center on that one poppy. Nice work.