molten ice
When coming home on a dark winter afternoon I recognised a fiery light on the ground near the front door. It was one of the last poppy blossoms left illuminated by a ray of light from our neighbours’ outdoor lighting. Everything was dark except this shiny, orange blossom on which petals the coat of ice has melted into water drops during the day. - To visualise and enhance the unreal feel I’ve had I had to work a bit on post processing.
molten ice
When coming home on a dark winter afternoon I recognised a fiery light on the ground near the front door. It was one of the last poppy blossoms left illuminated by a ray of light from our neighbours’ outdoor lighting. Everything was dark except this shiny, orange blossom on which petals the coat of ice has melted into water drops during the day. - To visualise and enhance the unreal feel I’ve had I had to work a bit on post processing.