Poppies bring memories of the WWI poem by John McCrae, In Flanders Field.
Or Perhaps they remind us of a deep sleep in The Wizard of Oz, or of heroin.
This shot was taken on a roadside in Turkey, where the poppies blow wild.
Down the road was a remarkable personal memorial – a grave itself serving as flower garden.
Taken along the road near Vizirkopru, Turkey, outside of a very small village.
My husband and I had a world class experience in a photography competition, www.dask.org.tr (let Google translate).
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Once upon a time I managed 4 active historical cemeteries in Columbus, Georgia. On a field trip to Atlanta’s historic Oakland cemetery, I studied the concept of graveyard gardening. Their project brought great beauty to memorials and even to abandoned gravesites. When I am remembered, I hope it will be for the trees I planted in my yard and along the drainage “crick” banks. But they may or may not survive. We plant, and caretake, and let go. Meanwhile, I read labels on the memorial trees planted at the First Unitarian Universalist Church of Nashville, gathering data for their history book. How lovely, thoughtful, and nigh eternal. A living plant can serve as a comfort, a memorial, or a defiant, defining moment.
Deborah Wilbrink
Margaret Wells Hayslip
Love this idea that brings together memories, history, and gardening.
evert wilbrink
How emotional one get get just looking at a flower and suddenly being reminded of so many things from a rich past