I love red California poppies. They were unusual to spot when I lived in California, though orange California poppies were everywhere. And I remember a single red poppy that bloomed along a trail in Seattle that I used to walk along on my lunch hour, back when I worked down by the Ship Canal.This swath of red poppies cropped up alongside the highway near my mom's house, and I finally stopped the other day to take a photo. I don't want to end up wishing - long after they've bloomed and died away- that I'd taken time to stop, and just never doing it. That happens all too often, and I'm on a mission to "just stop" when I'm inspired or moved by something and want to capture it in a photograph.
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