ants in pants in poppy field

Oh how one suffer for arts. These attempts in capturing the perfect peaceful poppy field - something we don't see up here around Stockholm latitudes - turned into a war with minuscule beings named ants. What I first thought was just a wayward grass straw turned out to be a veritable ant fight. And one really can't blame the ants for fighting back since they were under a lady-sitting-in-ant-hill-attack.

Before I realized just how ant bad my photographic location was (before the screaming and running and the violently flapping of arms and legs) I did manage to capture a few photos I'm reasonably pleased with. As for 'the perfect poppy field' intention and the end result, well, I only blame the ants for not letting me sit there in peace long enough. Of course.

Happy ant-free Monday!