I love a lot of flowers, except - as noted in earlier posts - most mums on the market, so you'll have to humor me when I say that I've not yet hopped on the lily bandwagon. I need to work on this. Not that you have to like everything.
The other day while at Longwood, I wandered through the East Conservatory and found these lilies. I don't remember the light being low but somehow this photo came out looking like the sun had set or the werewolves had come out or something.
It's haunting, isn't it? If lilies always had such drama and mystery, I'd be a fan for more than the moment captured here.
