By leasorfro on Skatehive
In our daily walks, shadows tell stories that the light sometimes chooses not to, and if you pay attention, they gift you images that seem made on purpose. In the mornings they are long and promising, at midday firm beneath our feet, at dusk they stretch out as if wanting to stay. The shadows are there, faithful companions, but we almost never look at them; they accompany the things we see, without seeing. They come and go with the light, they lengthen as if they wanted to reach the next block, sometimes they draw things that not even the original object imagined, they shrink, they distort, and sometimes they disappear and reappear suddenly... But always without making a sound. A tiny slug seems to carry a giant seashell on its back. Everyone carries their own shadow on their back. Some are in more of a hurry than others. Sometimes what we project (our attitude, our weariness, our joy) is the shadow we leave on others. There are shadows of stationary things, but they still move with th