Shot in the walled garden at Gibside Hall in the middle of winter. This once tall and proud flower is now a shadow of its former self.
But in its dried and shrivelled state it has developed another kind of beauty. An interesting texture, a well defined structure to its centre.
It may have lost its colour and stature, but is no less beautiful, just different...
Shot against a winter sun which was sat low in the sky, I think the flower just sings.