an impractical dress

drifting between the trees like a lost ghost

When I walk in the fog, I wear a white dress.

I carry my camera around my neck, and my tripod under my arm. I choose white because in the muted, grey light of a foggy morning, it shines, and when I step into the frame of a photograph, I can be clearly seen against the fog. A long white dress is also a ridiculous, impractical thing to wear in a muddy woo…