It was, as I have said, a fine autumnal day; the sky was clear and serene, and nature wore that rich and golden livery which we always associate with the idea of abundance. The forests had put on their sober brown and yellow, while some trees of the tenderer kind had been nipped by the frosts into brilliant dyes of orange, purple, and scarlet.... As Ichabod jogged slowly on his way, his eye... ranged with delight over the treasures of jolly autumn. ~Washington Irving, "The Legend of Sleepy Hollow"

Saturday, February 2, 2008

Shadow Sense

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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?