Walikng through a wood I was struck how when the slighest breeze caught the trees I was showered by yellow leaves. They rattled through the brnaches like grains of rice in a rainmaker. I wad immediately reminded of the ceremony of remembrance at the Menin Gate, Ypres where poppy petals are scattered onto mourners below. The relevance for my innovative project is that each petal might have on it a unique QR code related to the lost life of a soldier of the First World WR.
Mind Bursts 