Colour Your World: Scarlet

Paraglider 23.04 (8)

This afternoon I took a walk to the local castle. When I arrived at the top of the hill I had a rest on a bench to take some photos. What happened next was a surprise. A paraglider appeared in the sky with his parachute. He had probably arrived from the Jura mountains behind the castle. He landed on the meadow in front of where I was sitting and so I made the most of it with my camera. He laid out the parachute on the ground and began to fold it. My luck was in, the parachute was scarlet, at least I think it is scarlet, anyhow it is my sort of scarlet.

Colour Your World: Scarlet

Colour Your World: Scarlet

Poppy

by John McCrae, May 1915

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.

Market Party Solothurn 2007

One of our market stalls on the annual market day in Solothurn, Switzerland

Colour Your World: Scarlet