“what a shame,” i said to my husband, as i shot this arrangement of opium poppies and their tiny seeds late this afternoon. “what a waste that so much war, and so much treasure, and so much human potential has been wasted over something as insignificant as a a simple intoxicant.” i believe i was still feeling quite righteous about this later in the evening, as i reached, pretty thirstily actually, for my nightly glass of wine.

opium poppies