These fields of rapeseed are located between Swanley and Dartford. I went past here a few times seeing the potential of this shot. It was the path, not the poppies, which caught my attention. It cut across the fields into the distance with a fine effect. It needed good light for this however, which didn’t happen.

What happened instead is I found these poppies. This was mid spring which I thought was too early for them. Having said that, I saw a solitary Welsh poppy a week later in Manchester. I was looking for them outside a student house in Withington where I saw them last year. You also find them along a busy road called Kingsway at one specific place, outside a house down my road, in the Peak District, Chorlton Water Park, and in Wales. That seems a lot but I’m illustrating the opposite. I’ve seen them nowhere else.

There’s a waste area at Hulme where I used to see fine red poppies (Welsh poppies are yellow). The growth has been cut back so I don’t think any flowers will appear this year. Wild flower seeds are remarkably tough and often lie dormant for decades. When the earth is disturbed it prompts them for germination.

A writer called Ludwig Feuerbach noted that nature exists independently of all philosophies. It is the foundation, he said, on which we are constructed. That’s one reason why I find appreciation of nature so rewarding. It reminds me about the hubris of humanity, our small place within a larger universe. It’s a separating mechanism in relation to culture. That is, the study and experience of nature gives us a fresh and wider perspective.


Outdoor Photography: Kent Poppies

Wednesday May 27, 2015