I live in the shadows, that place between light and dark. I can live in obscurity without being in total darkness. I can move into the light but retreat when I become too exposed. It is the place that I feel most at home. Always wishing to be in the light, but only safe in the shadows.

Tuesday, August 31, 2010

Bridge Shadow


Under the Salt Point Bridge (#2). I could have sat there all day, listening to the water and enjoying my shadow privacy. I noticed a swallow nest under the bridge and thought of the babies who would spend all of their early days in the shadows. How euphoric the first flight must be when they hit the daylight for the first time.

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