Being ill, I slept in ’till one and then sat here still undressed as the clock closed on four. Getting up I looked out the window and admired the fading October sunlight falling through the leaves behind our house. The property behind us has a rusty corrugated iron shed piled on one side with abandoned junk, but the back which faces the setting sun is clear. I threw on some clothes, grabbed the camera and went to take pictures of the light through the leaves, but by the time I got outside the sun had already set too low ruining my initial shots. I stood there feeling slightly irritated and then I noticed my shadow against the back of the corrigated shed. I took a few shots then stepped back and noticed how my shadow legs elongated…with the light and green and brown leaves it made me think how our shadows lead alternative lives. They’re like us, only different. What does my shadow get up to when I’m not looking?
Not knowing if any of the shots would turn out I decided to photograph my shadow’s portrait. The weird line coming out of my head is a chopstick keeping my hair up at least its a chop stick in this universe…it might be my shadow’s magic wand…or some sort of electric receiver that downloads information directly into the brain…or it might be a chopstick! I had to share some of my photos. What do you think your shadow gets up to when you’re not looking?