Annalia S.'s photos with the keyword: sprigs

For Andy I understand that over the weekend the doctors will be taking off sedation and allowing you to come out of this long darkness, hopefully slowly and gently. The only memory I have that would even remotely compare is from a long time ago, when I woke, from a minor operation that had nonetheless required total anaesthesia, to find before me the worried face of a nurse that had been shaking me and calling me loudly. "You gave me quite a scare, Blondie! I couldn't seem to be able to call you back!" he exclaimed as his features relaxed. As for me, however, I was as crossed as could be and felt like a persistent, irritating alarm had just woken me, way too early, from a deep, untroubled sleep and recalled me to a none too pleasant reality. So maybe, more than ever, this is the time you will need us to send your way as much light and color as we can, to help smooth the transition. If, like me, you wake up none too pleased and your ears buzz, well, blame it on us, Andy! It's probably us saying over and over: "Come on, Andy!" "Wake up, Andy!" "We're waiting for you, Andy!" "Hurry up and get back to us, Andy!"

To me, there is no summer without poppies. I particularly like the papery, ethereal textures of the wild poppies. Like the sprigs of wild grasses that seem to almost always accompany them, they dance in the slightest of breezes and in nearly every picture I take they get portrayed in a slight blurriness. This one was obliging enough to allow me to capture a bit of the details of its frilly black core. In the PIP, poppies and wild grain sprigs.

Left in peace for two months during the lockdown, the wild grasses took over and park lawns now look just like Nature intended! It won't last long, city gardeners will soon be showing up with their lawnmowers, so I made sure to have a picture of "the time Nature took back over" :)