It’s almost a trespass into a young lady’s boudoir. I feel I have entered a forbidden sanctuary of this shy tenant of my house. She is hiding in the deep shadows, the way a chaste maiden shies away from prying eyes, protecting her modesty. Modesty of a flower at dusk, that is.
Rolleiflex 2.8F, Azopan PS 200 @ 25 ASA
