There are two types of shadows.
There are the figurative shadows that are meant to control people by casting fear, disharmony, and darkness: war; disinformation; control; violence.
Then there are the literal shadows of nature that mix with sunlight to tickle the eye and elevate one’s mood.
Nature’s shadows remind us that defiance can take the form of being resilient, finding beauty and grace in nature while refusing to succumb to the dark evil of the figurative shadows.
I wish the literal shadows could cover, absorb, erase the figurative ones.
But they can’t. So, to calm my anger toward and frustration with world events over which I have no control but make my heart ache, I spend time with my dogs in nature. How incredibly lucky am I, to have that ability?
These photos were taken this afternoon, as the sun was slowly dropping toward the horizon, casting long, intriguing shadows across the pristine, newly-fallen snow. When my own shadow kept intruding in the frame, I started focusing on all the shadows on the landscape. I share them here with the feeble hope they provide a small respite from the long, dark, man-made shadows being cast these troubling, horrifying days.
I want peace. I want angry, old men to stop waging war to feed their egos, then disappear.