14 January 2014
Shadow Play, Sealy Lake, Montana
An early afternoon winter sun, high in the sky, creates replica twigs on the snow‘s surface.
Walking behind our shadows along a Forest Service road, I was reminded of entertaining childhood saunters. After the school bus spit us out at the top of our driveway, we'd dawdle our way to the house, procrastinating against daily chores. Inevitably, one naughty shadow child would box someone else’s shadow head. And thus began a round of shadow pokes, acrobatic kicks and twisting evasions, backed by much giggling and an occasional triumphant “I got you!”. Good times.
And no one ever lost an eye. Shadows are amenable that way.