My Shadows

image by glenn buttkus

My Shadows

I have seen George Foreman shadow-boxing, and the

shadow won.”--Muhammad Ali.

The day dawns around 5:30 am here in summer. By 7:30 am, when 

the sun breaks over the eastern foothills, my back yard is ready for 

me. It is jammed with ten kinds of shade, deep & dark, with good

clear edges--marvelous squads of shadows stretching across the

deck from the railings, posts, & furniture, across the dewy yard in

sinuous knots & patterns, shimmering under the huge hundred year

old maple tree in the neighbor’s yard, & my weeping willow & tulip

tree. The various shadows duel & mix it up, providing me with a

new show daily as I stroll gleefully about recording the drama with

my minimalist’s eye, & the growling click of the lens on my camera.

Shadows call me out

to play, as the sun creates

labyrinths without light.

Glenn Buttkus

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