morning haze

web gate

so we are tangled

fine silk on metal

– a heavy dew and  cool breath

shadow

I think I am strong

but then I ‘m proved wrong

I get stabbed in the back

I thought I could trust

but that crumbled to dust

I was alone all along

I became a shadow

but that was wrong too

I stepped out from the shade

my shadow is me

I am not my shadow

A human being is only breath and shadow.

Sophocles

The beginnings and ends of shadow lie between the light and darkness and may be infinitely diminished and infinitely increased. Shadow is the means by which bodies display their form. The forms of bodies could not be understood in detail but for shadow.

Leonardo da Vinci

driftwood