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I continue to be struck by the long shadow this little, dying plant casts from the windowsill
Photographing more traces, I found I’d left traces of myself.
I was struck by the shadows and light on the cabinet doors of the kitchen, so I got the tripod and took a few shots at different distances. This one is a 26-second exposure so I’m guessing the motion blur is coming from the actual shutter press (no mirror flapping on my Fuji).
The other day I posted a picture I called Traces. Here are some more examples. Photos at the second degree, they are traces of the traces left by shadows.
Elegy in a Country Churchyard
It’s hard not to think of Thomas Gray’s Elegy Written in a Country Churchyard on a chilly late Autumn afternoon when you see your shadow on a tombstone. Equally hard to forget Mencken’s gloss on it: “There are no mute, inglorious Miltons, save in the hallucinations of poets. The one sound test of Milton is that he functions as a Milton.”
Empty parking lots exert a strange attraction for me.
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