Ok, so I had this story going through my head. However I'm not a writer so I won't try and make it poetic or anything... A visitor to Japan in the 19th century strolling with his camera and tripod through a traditional garden happens across an odly dressed stranger, and without saying a word, sets up his apparatus and takes a picture. However, when the man comes out from under the black cloth over his camera and straightens up, there's no trace of the stranger. Photographer is mystified, carries on through the garden and goes home. Later the photographer is told the story of the Kitsune, the fox-people spirits of Japan. He is amazed at having come across one, but nobody believes his story. The photographic plate, however, is passed down through his family over the years... Well, that was the idea. Hope you like my picture even if the story is dodgy. I took the photos used in this manipulation myself, and that's my sister underneath the kimono and mask (She gave permission for me to put this picture up). The background was actually taken in Japan, but I can't remember the name of the gardens... they were in Tokyo... oh dear.