View at the Pennsylvania Military Museum this evening. Walked into the mist with my dog and my Leica M6 but foolishly left my extra roll of film in my other jacket. The ghostly mist was lost to film and relegated to my iPhone. I’ve wandered off without film so many times…
At the end of a long, chaotic, frustrating day frosted with a lingering head cold a stroll through the mist was like floating through a lucid dream. A slow walk, dog chasing a yellow ball into invisibility, the day fell away.
Still, I wish I had a roll of film.
The dog got nervous as we skirted the rear of the shrine. “Ghosts” I thought but no apparitions or specters barred our way, just a slow slog home in the melting snow.
For a moment I thought of riding the Vespa but fell into sloth instead.
Some days are like that…