The sun, still low in the sky, casts long shadows. They’re like the arms of the giant which, since early morning, have wanted to wrap themselves around the whole city as if it belonged to them. Sunlight and shadows go up against each other first thing in morning more than any other time of day, bathing rooftops and facades, cobbled thoroughfares, and passers by on their way to work. American author Gregory Maguire said: “The eye is always caught by light, but shadows have more to say.” There’s a special kind of magic about shadows that has always drawn me to them.
15 March, 2017