One day, April 21, 2020, a variation of poppies …
It was poppy season. They had decided to swarm the fields with their bloody corollas and sometimes even to colonize the entire meadow in an unbridled exuberance that caught the eye.
Detail the bud, gently open the crack, surprise the mystery of the fold and delicately unfold the crumpling of the petals compressed in their case, align them shade, sun on the satin surface, welcoming the emergence of the idea.
Enjoyable and feverish moment to photograph them in all positions, in the timidity of their development, savoring the fragility and the smoothness of their texture which catches the pulp of the finger a little.
Is confinement a space for creativity?
Claude (f) Couliou
