The Poppies

This is the Lancaster Poppy Reserve. It was a challenge taking these photos. The view screen on my camera is dark, probably the result of MacKenzie knocking the camera out of my hands and onto the ground. As a result, these photos were taken blind. I just pointed, shot and hoped for the best.

The poppies were spectacular, but were not at their best due to the wind. Poppies close in the wind and boy was it windy. The gusts practically knocked me off my feet. It was also cold. At my house, it was in the mid-seventies today. At the reserve, it was in the mid-fifties. I wasn't dressed warmly enough and I was starting to get ear aches from the cold wind, so I walked as fast as I could and got out of there. I need to go back when the wind isn't blowing. The California poppy is a great choice for the state flower, don't you think?

On the way home, I drove past a human prison and a pet prison. They are right next to each other. I'm not allowed to have another dog, but I stopped and looked anyway. There was a blond cocker that I liked, but there were two holds on him, so I left empty-handed. Thank goodness. Now I need to try and forget about all of the other little doggy faces I saw that need homes.