Something coming

There aren’t any shadows this morning. None. I’ve become enamored of them since taking pictures of the cabin shadows a week or so ago, and have been capturing more and more of them. One day I was really upset about some I lost in the transfer process. The thing you realize quickly about shadows is that you’re never going to catch the same ones twice.

I just came in from the cabin. My reason is that Henry is sleeping in and Angie leaving for school. The cats followed me though. Their reason, I suspect, is the weather. There are no shadows because the day is uniformly clouded-over. As I was walking in, the cats still sitting on the chairs outside the cabin, I heard the first roll of thunder. I hadn’t really thought it looked stormy. Just a dull day. Then when the cats followed the thunder I figure there’s something coming.

I think that's the way the shadows make me feel ... that there's something coming, something mysterious, or maybe that there's something already there behind what is usually seen.

It's okay to have a morning with no shadows though.