Ivy

I was pushed for a photo so nipped out at dusk and snapped the ivy growing on the garage, only to realise later, once it was too dark, that I'd inadvertently knocked the exposure compensation down a few stops and had to try my best to rescue it with post processing. I like the dark tone however, typical of the habitat ivy often cherishes.

Oh, a dainty plant is the Ivy green,
That creepeth o’er ruins old!
Of right choice food are his meals, I ween,
In his cell so lone and cold.
The wall must be crumbled, the stone decayed,
To pleasure his dainty whim:
And the mouldering dust that years have made
Is a merry meal for him.

Charles Dickens