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A January morning somewhere in Suffolk. At least, I think it was in Suffolk: I had such a hangover from a friend's 60th birthday party the night before it could've been anywhere. Whilst the kettle was on for a cuppa, I popped out with the camera in my jimjams and bare feet, not intending to go far, but was captivated by the dawn mist with the sun just coming up over the nearby cottages. Actually it wasn't dawn, if I remember, more like ten o'clock, and the day hadn't yet melted the overnight frost on the ground. That sent me scooting back indoors for some boots.
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A January morning somewhere in
Suffolk. At least, I think it was in Suffolk: I
had such a hangover from a friend's
60th birthday party the night before it
could've been anywhere. Whilst the
kettle was on for a cuppa, I popped out
with the camera in my jimjams and bare
feet, not intending to go far, but was
captivated by the dawn mist with the
sun just coming up over the nearby
cottages. Actually it wasn't dawn, if I
remember, more like ten o'clock, and the
day hadn't yet melted the overnight
frost on the ground. That sent me
scooting back indoors for some boots.
A January morning somewhere in Suffolk. At least, I think it was in Suffolk: I had such a hangover from a friend's 60th
birthday party the night before it could've been anywhere. Whilst the kettle was on for a cuppa, I popped out with the
camera in my jimjams and bare feet, not intending to go far, but was captivated by the dawn mist with the sun just
coming up over the nearby cottages. Actually it wasn't dawn, if I remember, more like ten o'clock, and the day hadn't yet
melted the overnight frost on the ground. That sent me scooting back indoors for some boots.
A January morning somewhere in Suffolk. At
least, I think it was in Suffolk: I had such a
hangover from a friend's 60th birthday party
the night before it could've been anywhere.
Whilst the kettle was on for a cuppa, I popped
out with the camera in my jimjams and bare
feet, not intending to go far, but was captivated
by the dawn mist with the sun just coming up
over the nearby cottages. Actually it wasn't
dawn, if I remember, more like ten o'clock, and
the day hadn't yet melted the overnight frost on the ground. That sent me scooting back
indoors for some boots.

Suffolk, 10:00am

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Having made several visits to the WW1 battlefields in Picardy and their respective War Graves Commission cemeteries, and to the nightly ceremony at the Menin Gate in Ypres, I now get quite moved by the sight (or even the thought) of poppies, and the thought of the immense waste that the wars of the last century inflicted on the world, WW1 having led inevitably, via the Treaty of Versailles, to WW2. 
But a field of poppies is quite difficult to photograph - it's usually 'just' a sea of red against a sea of green: without a definite point of focus leading the eye, a meaningful composition usually eludes me. So it was a pleasure to find this field, less than a mile from where we live, suddenly covered in poppies, and with a few gorgeous cedars to provide the composition.    You could argue that the picture didn't need the 'watercolour' treatment, but I like it like this, as a rare excursion into clearly manipulated imagery.         
If there's trees in the shot, I tend to prefer a wood - oak - frame, as here

If there's trees in the shot, I tend to prefer a wood - oak - frame, as here

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