Over they years on my walks, whether it’s along the streets of my neighborhood or in parks, gardens and nature preserves, I often look to the side on sunny late afternoons and see my shadow walking along with me, my moving silhouetted self. And I always have a camera with me. Suddenly I might happen to see a very striking or unusual composition with my shadow gazing at some beautiful or mysterious place. I only fully appreciate it later when I look closely at the photo I’ve taken with my shadow. On those particular outings I only get one or two pictures, as the shadows are fleeting and only briefly make for good photos.
Yes, shadows are mysterious and intriguing to me. To some a shadow is dark and ominous despite the nice, sunny days when we can see them. Or they may seem like sad or pale representations of our true self. But I see them differently. They are my companions.