It was cold the morning we went to visit the Summer Place but we decided to take a boat ride anyway. The lake was full of mist and the thought of cruising through it and taking photographs was very appealing to me. My friend Cathie P and I both like taking photographs on misty mornings. We know that the result will be photographs with poor definition, low contrast and too much white but we like them anyway. I was thinking of her as I was looking through the lens, wishing she could see what I was seeing. Boats disappeared into a soft white haze and weeping willow that trees looked blurred when breeze blew through their branches. The mist made the scene in front of me look like a faded picture.

This post is for Cathie P.