When Cat Stevens sang about being followed by a moon shadow I didn't much consider how moon shadows would be any different than any other shadow. I was wrong. A full moon and a clear sky put on an amazing show. You lose some stars during the light of a full moon but you gain the greatest shadows. Kind of the yin and yang. The slightly lit background outlines the shadow completely different than the sun during daylight.
When trees move gently in the wind, the tree's moon shadow grows and shrinks in unexplainable disproportion. The shadow appears to be a disconnected creature. Lurking in the shadows and silhouetted on the horizon are all sorts of imaginary creatures designed by the light of the moon. I'm always excited about the amazing shadow figures that myself and two dogs on leashes create. But then I'm still excited about hand shapes using a flashlight in my bedroom at night.
Washington Irving must have been a walker. This would explain why Ichabod Crane's imagination was so vivid. I walk once or twice a week down a hollow. When the light and the sky are just right, visions are always appearing, disappearing and reappearing in that hollow. My friend Bullwinkle would tell you I sober up slow.
When I'm thinking, especially about shadows, I often forget to breathe. Don't forget to breathe Oh ya...try never to breathe in those swarming fleas.
When trees move gently in the wind, the tree's moon shadow grows and shrinks in unexplainable disproportion. The shadow appears to be a disconnected creature. Lurking in the shadows and silhouetted on the horizon are all sorts of imaginary creatures designed by the light of the moon. I'm always excited about the amazing shadow figures that myself and two dogs on leashes create. But then I'm still excited about hand shapes using a flashlight in my bedroom at night.
Washington Irving must have been a walker. This would explain why Ichabod Crane's imagination was so vivid. I walk once or twice a week down a hollow. When the light and the sky are just right, visions are always appearing, disappearing and reappearing in that hollow. My friend Bullwinkle would tell you I sober up slow.
When I'm thinking, especially about shadows, I often forget to breathe. Don't forget to breathe Oh ya...try never to breathe in those swarming fleas.
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