Amapolas is about stories, poetry, and pictures.
I am Salonee – a writer by choice and a photographer by accident. And this is where I come to share bits of my writing and my pictures. I do not have a specific genre of writing or photography. I write from the heart. And I make pictures of and for people, places, or objects, also from the heart. Amapolas, therefore, is not the name for my business or venture, because I’m not a businessperson. Amapolas is a perpetual work-in-progress and will remain so, as I add stories – both verbal and visual, to the repertoire you find here.
I am willing to be commissioned for projects in writing and photography, both, if they give me a chance to create a beautiful narrative.
The name itself – Amapolas – is that of a poppy flower in another language. And I chose to identify my work with it as it stems from a favourite poem of mine, written by John McCrae: Flanders Fields. I came across the poem while reading up literature produced during war, as a student of English Literature in India. And I’ll leave it here for you to savour.
“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”