Seeing Red

I spent some time in the Ukraine a few decades back. I had been working on some mercenary endeavors in the region and spent one particularly long winter in the area. While I never considered red a favorite color it looked good on and off this vigorous young lady. This image is from memory as my vintage Nikon camera never did clear customs in the old Soviet Union.  The walls of the old Soviet Union coming down in East Berlin  was tangentially  rivaled in a parallel sense to the red robe lowering itself to the floor on that magic night in the Ukraine.  I had worked hard to make both happen and each was it’s own reward. 
Yours in Post Modern Living
Ray Rum