At the end of his brilliant short story A River Runs Through It Norman MacLean muses about various metaphors and realities he had touched on in the story, and ten ends with a simple declarative statement:

I am haunted by waters

.As the two pictures in this entry can attest, I am haunted – and fascinated – by lights and its cousin, shadows.

Both pictures taken this week with a trusty iPhone, capturing those shades and lights many seem to miss.

How the upper photo happened:

• Early morning, sun reflects off some vehicle part in office park parking lot.
• Reflects through an skewed vertical blind in one of our group of offices.
• Composite of negative light (shadows) from outside bush and inside blinds projected high up on kitchenette wall.

It’s not a window – it’s a shadow window.