"To leave is to die a little, it is to die to what one loves.
One leaves a bit of one’s self in every hour and in every place.
It’s always the mourning of a vow, the last verse of a poem.
To leave is to die a little, it’s to die to what one loves.
And one leaves, and it’s a game, and up to the last farewell, it’s one’s own soul that one disperses in each farewell".

Edmond Haraucourt

As every year, in the fields around here where I live, beginning to bloom red poppies in the midst of still immature ears of wheat, unequivocal signals that summer is getting closer and closer.

I love the low morning light on these fields which temporarily highlights these red hot spots...waiting for the high golden beam of the ears in full bloom within a few weeks.

"Preparing for summer" is the new photo of the month on my website. Enjoy!