I know...it is tough to tell. I like to call it camouflage for when I stand next to white walls, white boards white fluffy snow and white light. Unfortunately this means when I am angry my lips nearly disappear and my nose flares. Attractive, no doubt. It also means that my least favorite season is coming.
In summer time I return to my dark cave. Walking by windows gives me burns...damn you skin. I tried in my youth to pretend to be tannable. I'm not. I will be lucky not to get skin cancer.
So time to load up on the spray, and the long sleeves....and the water. Don't want to pass out.