Weekly Photo Challenge – Dialogue


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.

-In Flanders Field, Lieutenant Colonel John McCrae

*Brussels commemorated their World War I warriors back in March this year, when I was literally sandwiched between the good looking bag pipes band gang and the maddening crowd. One of the most fiercest battlefield fought by the soldiers back then was in Flanders Field. Flanders Field situated in Ypres, Belgium witnessed five fierce battles, all known as Battle of Ypres. The casualties were beyond imagination and only few who survived. Lieutenant Colonel John McCrae was one of the survivor. Thus, he penned ‘In Flanders Field’ in memoriam to all of his fallen comrades. During the commemoration, I managed to glimpse quite a few warriors who must have been young, fierce and fought bravely in Flanders Field to defend their nation. The gentleman in this picture is one of them. I take my hat off to them, the warriors of World War I.





Blue was everywhere when I looked into the skies

Blue made me wander until I got lost

Blue made me mourned like a sad widow and cried.


Blueness doth express trueness.
-Ben Jonson



Downtown Rotterdam


Colors, like features, follow the changes of the emotions.
-Pablo Picasso


Blue of mysterious hues

Blue which never fail to amaze me and you

Blue, the only one and true.




Blue, darkly, deeply, beautifully blue.
— Robert Southey


– Brussels and the Netherlands last March.