I have a little shadow that goes in and out with me
And what can be the use of him is more than I can see...
from: A Child's Garden of Verses byRobert Louis Stevenson
My shadow is older, now, and taller, but it is still attached and I see it on sunny walks in the hills or behind me at my kitchen window. It's vague, gray shape is disturbing and reassuring at the same time. As long as it keeps making the same moves I do everything will be all right.
When I took these photos, a few days ago, it occurred to me that the oak tree shadow was far more beautiful than mine. What do you think?