These tulips waving in the early morning sun( half past five)somehow remember me of a poem by Heinrich Heine. The grenadiers, standing tall and proud, yet so fragile.
Maybe I'm subconsciously being inspired by the Veterans Day.
This week I have been fiddling with manual photography. Feels like I'm learning to swim again.
As a child I read a novel called "The Black Tulip" by Alexandre Dumas. He has skilfully described the value of rare tulips, both political and economically.
One can say that the bottom has fallen out of the tulip market long time ago.
Their beauty are ageless.
This aging Mad Max has let all pride go, but is nevertheless a sight for gods and soar eyes.
Originated by MaryT, check hers for today