The shadows of leafless trees during winter time, for example: straight, strong trunks and the intricate web of branches - amazing.
You can see all kinds of wondrous patterns and shapes. And the shadow of myself, a moving object where nothing stays the same. Like a symbol of our ever changing existence. We are just a play of shadows here on earth, but we can turn that play into art.
|6 o'clock in the morning, on asphalt|