Like that well-known song Lady D’Arbanville, I love the contrast between appearance and depth in works of art. This photo conveys the same feeling to me. There is something dark beneath its colorful surface.

Always the same monologue in my mind; when I captured this shot, and every time I see it:

Red Riding Hood was here.
Guess where she is now.

When my wife and I moved into a house in a small village a few years ago, I spent the first few days trying to imagine the presence of the previous owners, who had already passed away, within those walls. The idea was unsettling, yet fascinating. Even now, I still check the floors and walls from time to time, hoping to find a hidden compartment, perhaps an old box filled with photographs. I think the photograph I was hoping to find would look exactly like this one. To be honest, I can’t say I’m unhappy about not finding it.

The idea of a head emerging from the grave often feels frightening to people, no matter whose body it belongs to. But it doesn’t always have to be terrifying. Imagine someone you loved deeply, who passed away long ago, coming back to life.

If that thought still feels scary, please blame Stephen King and his Pet Sematary. Otherwise, I promise, there is no evil here.