dark lady
Apart from the occasional smear of lipstick, I’m not really one for the colour red. Not bright brash red anyway; there is a definite allure to the darker velvet tones sometimes found in old roses. How surprised I was to stumble across this darker tone in a dahlia the other day. Mysteriously vamp and sinister, with small yellow fangs in the centre. I can’t imagine her shrinking into a bouquet so I photographed her standing alone, draped in shadow.
