I went back to the Poppy Reserve this morning. This time I left earlier. And I took bug spray. And the fields were full of poppies. And I learned the names of the yellow and blue flowers - Fiddlenecks and Blue Dicks. No, I didn't make up that last one. I would never be that rude. . . on my blog.
These poppies are so pretty. I met a man who flew in from Colorado just to see them. I guess he must sell his photos because he kept mentioning his website and getting the perfect picture. I was there too early for the perfect picture. He says they would open more perfectly in about an hour. But I wanted to get the car back to Adrian and my camera is not going to know the difference between partly opened and fully opened flowers. I also met a man who has been going to the Poppy Reserve for 40 years to take pictures. It was like a match made in heaven. Once this guy helped me down from the steep shoulder that lead to the road, I left the two photographers comparing cameras and best angles. Mom would have been in heaven. Flower pictures with hard-core photographers, sigh.
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