Super Bloom - The Hillsides are ablaze
Mar 15, 2019 12:47:48 #
SalvageDiver wrote:
with brilliant colors of gold and green from the l... (show quote)
Absolutely gorgeous shots!
Mar 15, 2019 16:28:32 #
BrentHarder wrote:
I agree with your words about the poppies.........it was such a moving experience for me to experience them also...............amazing. A photographer's home run! Here is a link to my poppies experience:
https://www.uglyhedgehog.com/t-582803-1.html
it's interesting to me that we both were at this location and because we each have our own photographic style, the photos are very different!
https://www.uglyhedgehog.com/t-582803-1.html
it's interesting to me that we both were at this location and because we each have our own photographic style, the photos are very different!
Yes you two have different eyes for the same flowers 😄😄
Mar 15, 2019 16:50:28 #
Mar 15, 2019 18:55:30 #
SalvageDiver wrote:
Hi Brent, you know the experience. We just happen... (show quote)
Thanks for the heads up on the SJ Creek and the Falls too. I used to go rock climbing there and enjoyed it a lot. I might go there on Saturday for the photographic experience.
Mar 15, 2019 19:10:08 #
petercbrandt
Loc: New York City, Manhattan
You are lucky to live near by, what an experience. Thanks for sharing!
Mar 15, 2019 19:34:57 #
In Flanders fields the poppies blow
Between the crosses, row on row,
That mark our place; and in the sky
The larks, still bravely singing, fly
Scarce heard amid the guns below.
We are the Dead. Short days ago
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
Loved, and were loved, and now we lie
In Flanders fields.
Take up our quarrel with the foe:
To you from failing hands we throw
The torch; be yours to hold it high.
If ye break faith with us who die
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
In Flanders fields.
John McCrae
John McCraeOne of the most poignant reminders of World War I is the moving poem, ‘In Flanders Fields’, written by John McCrae, a Canadian army doctor, following the death of his close friend and compatriot Lieutenant Alexis Helmer. Helmer was killed on 2 May 1915 when a shell exploded during the second German gas attack. In the absence of a chaplain, McCrae conducted the funeral service for his friend himself. Grief and the trauma of war inspired his poem.
At the time, Major John McCrae was working in a field dressing station on the road between Ypres and Boezinge. While there, he was mainly involved in treating victims of the German gas attacks. Soon after he wrote the poem, he was transferred, as Chief of Medical Services, to a Canadian field hospital in France, where the wounded from the battles of the Somme, Vimy Ridge, Arras, and Passchendaele were treated.
McCrae discarded the sheet of paper on which he had written the poem. It might never have been published but for a fellow officer who found McCrae’s notes and sent them to a number of London magazines. The poem first appeared in the magazine Punch and immediately touched the hearts of the British people.
In the summer of 1917, John McCrae suffered attacks of asthma and bronchitis, almost certainly as a consequence of inhaling chlorine gas during the Second Battle of Ypres. On 23 January 1918, McCrae fell ill with pneumonia and was admitted to hospital. He died five days later at only 46 years of age. McCrae is buried in Wimereux, north of Boulogne (France).
Between the crosses, row on row,
That mark our place; and in the sky
The larks, still bravely singing, fly
Scarce heard amid the guns below.
We are the Dead. Short days ago
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
Loved, and were loved, and now we lie
In Flanders fields.
Take up our quarrel with the foe:
To you from failing hands we throw
The torch; be yours to hold it high.
If ye break faith with us who die
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
In Flanders fields.
John McCrae
John McCraeOne of the most poignant reminders of World War I is the moving poem, ‘In Flanders Fields’, written by John McCrae, a Canadian army doctor, following the death of his close friend and compatriot Lieutenant Alexis Helmer. Helmer was killed on 2 May 1915 when a shell exploded during the second German gas attack. In the absence of a chaplain, McCrae conducted the funeral service for his friend himself. Grief and the trauma of war inspired his poem.
At the time, Major John McCrae was working in a field dressing station on the road between Ypres and Boezinge. While there, he was mainly involved in treating victims of the German gas attacks. Soon after he wrote the poem, he was transferred, as Chief of Medical Services, to a Canadian field hospital in France, where the wounded from the battles of the Somme, Vimy Ridge, Arras, and Passchendaele were treated.
McCrae discarded the sheet of paper on which he had written the poem. It might never have been published but for a fellow officer who found McCrae’s notes and sent them to a number of London magazines. The poem first appeared in the magazine Punch and immediately touched the hearts of the British people.
In the summer of 1917, John McCrae suffered attacks of asthma and bronchitis, almost certainly as a consequence of inhaling chlorine gas during the Second Battle of Ypres. On 23 January 1918, McCrae fell ill with pneumonia and was admitted to hospital. He died five days later at only 46 years of age. McCrae is buried in Wimereux, north of Boulogne (France).
Mar 15, 2019 20:24:04 #
dancers wrote:
In Flanders fields the poppies blow br Between the... (show quote)
Thanks for turning me onto this beautiful poem and his history. I also found youtube videos that put it to some beautiful music with images of John McCrea.
Another beautiful poem set to music is "The Green Fields of France". The Corries have a beautiful rendition of this song. But no reference to poppy fields though.
Like McCrea, my grandfather was gassed in France during WW1 that eventually took his life. Sad...
Mike
Mar 15, 2019 20:30:03 #
petercbrandt wrote:
You are lucky to live near by, what an experience. Thanks for sharing!
Hi Peter, we're less than an hours drive from these poppy fields. The other area where the bloom is likely to be even better is Carrizo Plains National Monument. That's a longer trip, about 5 hrs away. Here is SoCal, these are uncommon events, so we go crazy when they occur. Unlike the 4 seasons you have on the east coast.
Mike
Mar 15, 2019 20:30:34 #
SalvageDiver wrote:
Thanks for turning me onto this beautiful poem and his history. I also found youtube videos that put it to some beautiful music with images of John McCrea.
Another beautiful poem set to music is "The Green Fields of France". The Corries have a beautiful rendition of this song.
Like McCrea, my grandfather was gassed in France during WW1 that eventually took his life. Sad...
Mike
Another beautiful poem set to music is "The Green Fields of France". The Corries have a beautiful rendition of this song.
Like McCrea, my grandfather was gassed in France during WW1 that eventually took his life. Sad...
Mike
I had uncles who served in WW1.................one came back very damaged mentally, and years later hanged himself............. war is horrendous!
Mar 15, 2019 21:35:52 #
http://www.greatwar.co.uk/poems/moina-michael-we-shall-keep-faith.htm
more poetry about the poppies in WW1
more poetry about the poppies in WW1
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