Just a red poppy. Almost blinding as it bakes under a late afternoon sun.
I found this quote by Kurt Vonnegut today and immediately thought of this poppy. It didn’t ask to be a papery flower just a few meters from a busy highway, did it?
“I felt after I finished Slaughterhouse-Five that I didn’t have to write at all anymore if I didn’t want to. It was the end of some sort of career. I don’t know why, exactly. I suppose that flowers, when they’re through blooming, have some sort of awareness of some purpose having been served. Flowers didn’t ask to be flowers and I didn’t ask to be me. At the end of Slaughterhouse-Five… I had a shutting-off feeling…that I had done what I was supposed to do and everything was OK.”
For the record, today’s Pic du Jour, the site’s 921st straight, was snapped near the village of Ig, Slovenia on 27 May 2016.