Often things are begun with excitement and enthusiasm, only to be obscured by whatever else catches the eye. This photograph was taken some years ago. It sums up my fears: it is almost sentimental. The image in black and white refutes the poppy's redness.It was taken after a period of rain. It appeals possibly to my worst tastes. I come to my images by tripping over them almost. I feel a need in my thinking, to justify a lack of 'project'. Contradictory feelings and understandings cloak my readings of others' blogs. If the mark is the thought then the intellectual underpinning of the work must be read from the mark and cannot precede it. Here is a Poppy.
