Dancing in the dark

A dull, dry day

Before breakfast, in the 'golden hour' I tried to photograph some of the flkowers which were being touched by the slanting rays of the sun, but the best photo turned out to be this Fuschia. The sun hadn't reached it yet so it was still in shadow but, since I think of them as ballet dancers, I came up with the title 'dancing in the dark'. That just happens to be one of my favourite songs, which gives my age away.

For your delectation, you can hear a version by Bert Kaenfert (1966) here