Foggy mornings are one of my favorite things to take pictures of. I just love the fact that everything looks like a ghost town. I can't even imagine what an actual abandoned town would look like in the hours of fogginess, probably haunting. The mint jumper is from the flea market, and I adore the retro feeling of it.
I discovered that writing about the good stuff is more painful than writing about the bad, weird huh? I guess that's why I haven't made any progress on my book lately... I need to feel inspired again, the question is: when will I?