People were always the limiters of happiness except for the very few that were as good as spring itself.
― Ernest Hemingway, A Moveable Feast
I have neglected my photography (and writing), and you my readers (those who may still be here) for a while.
So, on a hot (thirty degrees) late Spring day, I took off along the local track that always has a story to tell, each season offering a new and different tale.
Today that tale was of desiccated vegetation, and poppies, just past their prime.















*all images made with Nikon D850 and AF-S Nikkor 24-70 f/2.8E ED VR lens*




































