I happened across some poppies a few weeks ago quite by accident, and couldn't help but get down on their level to capture their essence. They have this way of thriving on their own that makes me quite jealous. I understand their loneliness, and admire their ability to be so strong and beautiful on their own.
My favorite of these photos happened on the rainy evening, when I caught this beauty hanging behind the pods. It just has a lonely feel, evocative of they way my soul is lately. Hate if you will - it's just how it is.