LizzyKirkman

On a late-summer afternoon in Combeinteignhead, rows of fiery orange and powder-pink dahlias stood against the wooded valley. Bruised windfalls lay scattered beneath an apple tree, softening in the grass.

I moved carefully through translucent polytunnels filled with cosmos, lime zinnias, sweet peas and forget-me-nots, their colours softened beneath plastic in the hazy, golden light of September.

Moving between intimate detail and the wider landscape, the series traces colour, repetition and the quiet work of cultivation. Together, the photographs form a fleeting record of abundance before the season turns.