Yesterday morning I was up early getting ready to go pick up Ashley for a day out of shooting. When I started driving I noticed the clouds were so low in the sky. It felt like driving down a corridor where clouds replaced the ceiling. As I approached the canyon that I had to drive through to get to her, the fog became so thick I could barely see the car in front of me. I pulled off the road at the first chance I got, threw on my dress, set up my tripod and camera, and did what I felt in my heart was right to do. I didn't have an idea planned, but instantly I knew what would make me feel most fulfilled.
Shooting lasted 5 minutes and by the time I was finished I was soaked in mud - the bottom of the dress, my sneakers, the jumper I wore underneath. I felt bad because she was going to use that dress later in the day. When I arrived to pick her up I was warmly greeted with new shoes and a dryer to put the dress in, and all was well...or...all was *right*. Everything was in it's right place.