I wanted to visit The Poppies on my own to give me a chance to reflect on what they signified, so I did just that. The heavy grey skies cast a sadness over the day as did the falling leaves, but that's how it should be.
My camera is old and outdated and I will have to replace it soon but this is my take on this ever changing, thought provoking masterpiece.
Thank you Paul Cummins (ceramic artist)and Tom Piper (theatre stage designer)
Blood swept lands and seas of red
The poppies are all different heights and designs just like the people they represent
Poppies standing tall and proud
Visitors organised into ranks just like the poppies and the people they represent.
Marching towards the doorway
Through the heart shaped window on Tower Bridge
A wave of poppies
Beyond imagination
Waves of poppies rippling across the bank
Volunteers getting ready to plant a few more poppies
Just like Wordsworth's daffodils 'they stretch in a never ending line'
Life goes on, autumn leaves still fall 100 years later
Ranks of people looking at ranks of poppies
Autumn plane leaf lands
Autumn leaves
Leaves and donations falling on the poppies
Climbing the walls of a tower
Beefeater directing the crowds
A tidal wave of poppies
A surging wave of poppies
Serried ranks of poppies, sway in the wind
Still they march on
Poppies tumbling out of The Tower, like a broken blood vessel
Did they really give their lives for the next generations to make obscene amounts of money and build shards and gherkins?
or this?
They're happy
Most of us stood in quiet respectful awe of the heartache and loss these poppies repesented
I would like to think this is a dove of peace, but its a seagull!