Imogen and Twinka
I went out one chilly fall day
in my long black overcoat,
looking for mushrooms, first,
but also interested in capturing
how light and darkness played
against each other in the dense
forest. I covered my head with my
favorite red scarf, strapped my
Brownie camera around my neck,
put on my glasses to better examine
the minute mosses and lichens I
expected to encounter in my
explorations. I looked forward
to escaping the oppressive silence
of my husband, Edouard and to
being alone in nature. Imagine
my surprise when I rounded my
favorite twin tree trunks and
all but stumbled onto a young
woman, completely naked! I
admit I probably looked completely
put out, and she indeed looked
so friendly and shy. I excused
myself politely from the situation
and continued looking for rare
mushrooms in another part
of the forest.
I went out one chilly fall day
in my long black overcoat,
looking for mushrooms, first,
but also interested in capturing
how light and darkness played
against each other in the dense
forest. I covered my head with my
favorite red scarf, strapped my
Brownie camera around my neck,
put on my glasses to better examine
the minute mosses and lichens I
expected to encounter in my
explorations. I looked forward
to escaping the oppressive silence
of my husband, Edouard and to
being alone in nature. Imagine
my surprise when I rounded my
favorite twin tree trunks and
all but stumbled onto a young
woman, completely naked! I
admit I probably looked completely
put out, and she indeed looked
so friendly and shy. I excused
myself politely from the situation
and continued looking for rare
mushrooms in another part
of the forest.
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