If there was every the tale of a flower that completely mesmerized me it would be that of the Icelandic Poppy. After trying for weeks on end to find them in the flower market, I finally struck gold on a recent Thursday. Imported from Italy, I find it fascinating that these beauties were once swaying in the wide-open fields of the Italian countryside. I reveled in their beauty spending hours photographing them, being patient as the light began to change and slowly illuminate their beautiful crepe-de-chine petals. I adore how they twist and turn and look as if they are destined to be in a still life setting. The Icelandic Poppy begins as a fairly large fuzzy bud where eventually the petals slowly making their way from the pouch, uncurling into a striking flower in a variety of shades. Aren't these flowers just beautiful?